Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout Ta Bubble, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Everready, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.06.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Bout Ta Bubble |
(One for the treble, two for the bass |
Come on Techa Nina, let’s rock this place) |
Tech’s in the place, everybody get mainy |
Punks betta cuff yo lady, can’t nobody tame me, |
Blame me. |
For keepin her runny eyed rainy |
Ladies used to hate me, now they comin out they panties |
Girls on the jock, pocket full of socks |
Got a fat knots, somethin gone squat, |
Down, ducka-ducka, down, down for the block? |
Tryin to be hot, but you flop, |
When you shot to the top but you not… DWAM!!! |
I ain’t never seen so much green |
Than when I seen when my team hit the scene,(JA) |
It must be a dream,(JA)Hit the stage, everybody holla |
Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows,'fo a bigga' dolla? |
Father, I don’t wanna leave nobody too blessed (JA) |
Cuz they greedy in the middle of what I do best (JA) |
You finna' see me in the TV with a few guest (JA) |
We bout to bubble baby, get ya waterproof vest |
Bout ta Bubble |
Bout ta Bubble, Baby |
We got ya lady and |
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it Yo, get ya ID, passport, state skippin' |
All around the world, busy with the bass hittin' |
We ain’t come for bustin' heads, yo we hate trippin' |
When we through rockin the shows, man we chase kittens |
J’s on my feet (check), car full of beat (check), |
Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat (yea) |
Frown, you can make us all Clown in the street (yes) |
Gimme the beat and we leakin |
No mercy for the haters that weep |
On to the next (JA), Minnesota to the Netherlands |
Veterans, caravans, gettin' chedder man (JA), |
Round the world in a day (JA), off in LA |
Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City to the Bay (JA) |
Everybody hyhpy, the South really like me Ill Bill got it where the East Coast invites me Tech’s in the air when the mood really strikes me Hey, we bout’ta bubble so imbedded in your psyche |
Aye, B-boys hit the flo' wit' it (JA) |
Off in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe wit' it (JA) |
Clown and crump wit it, A-Town stomp wit' it At the set, jugglettes make they double D’s jump to this |
House on the hill, hella tip drills, |
Paul Wall said he’d do me up a red grill |
Busta Buss circlin' the 5−6 'ville |
Forty Water, he told me a lot in this business for real |
Stormin, In Salt Lake City performin' for Mormans |
Out of they garments before the mornin', I’m charmin' |
Leavin’em torn, mess with the bull you get the horns |
Nina gets with a beauty best, it’s armin' |
Misery’s behind me, labels tryin' to sign me Ain’t too many who don’t know just who the Tech N9ne be If she lookin for somethin' with a future so shiny |
Kansas City, Missouri is where she gone find me. |