Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Caribou Lou , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Everready, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.06.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Caribou Lou |
| Yeah, it’s like the ultimate party favor baby you know |
| Two cups will get her hot and out of her clothes you know |
| Caribou Lou |
| It’s like 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou, get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Out of her shell and raise hell |
| Don’t stop 'til the cops come |
| Half a bottle of 151, off in a jug one cup of Malibu rum |
| Baby, that’s whassup? |
| Then you fill the rest of the jug |
| With pineapple juice and its cracking |
| The only defect is waking up like, «What happened?» |
| I like red light parties and fed right bodies |
| Who like, red like Dolly and head right totties at night |
| Aribou kay, ou-la, terrible day |
| You paid the liquor store teller with no hair-a to braid |
| Touch, get the party jumping, keep the hotties humping |
| I like them thick and juicy, so don’t Pilate nothing |
| Drinking to much Lou, you, you might be karate punching |
| Or at the back of the club, attending the naughty luncheon |
| Satin, Kool-Aid gives you hella 151, November dog |
| So run kitty run, we gon' drink it until we done |
| Diddy, dum, bum biddy bum |
| Here Kansas City, come so give me some |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| I see double, I see triple, might be trouble, might see pistols |
| We ain’t trying to hear you hata’s sucking on sickles |
| We living it up in two double oh sizzle |
| One to your maybro, unto your day go |
| Why I’m the one to drink you under the table? |
| And all the ladies that were doing time |
| Want you to become a member of my drinking club |
| You will find |
| (Tech N9ne) |
| Trying to tell her truly get nudie, yes, I even do L words |
| In the fruity bazoodi, like to drink it and yell slurs at the movie |
| If I’m heated, I’m off to get a Caribou Lou to cool me |
| (Created) |
| By Tech nizzle and T-wizzle |
| One high day we mixed it up |
| And then I say we drink Caribou-bizzle like I ladie |
| Originated in Kansas City, Missouri since 1995 baby |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| Tar bender, I need a drother nink |
| Release Caribou Lou and the party is utter kink |
| Insane mainy, keep 'em coming then I’ll remain zany |
| 'Cause I’da say baby, I’m trying to make you my main damey |
| For the rest of the night, girl, you sexy and tight |
| Come to me Casa and see these shock reflects and your right |
| Groupies at 12 o' clock, man, I’m prawl I’ll go |
| (Ya, I’ll recruit 'em) |
| But ain’t betten on crap and that’s all I know |
| Yeap, in my white tee and Nikes |
| You might sight me slightly heifing |
| Might see dry heave, die we shall not need IV’s |
| Beside me Siamese |
| (Tech, huh, you not making any sense) |
| I might make her wanna swawing a prada |
| But once I get up on 'em I can do my thing I gotta |
| (Tech) |
| Hey, batta, batta, batta, batta, swaing a batta |
| He can hit, he can hit, he can hit swawing a batta |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu |
| Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come |
| Outta her shell and raise hell |
| We gon' party 'til the cops come |
| It goes 151, Malibu rum, pineapple juice |
| Baby, we having some fun, yeah |
| I’d like to give a big shout out to Caribou Lou |
| 'Cause I’m drinking it and they ain’t paying me for it |
| (Not yet, hah) |