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