Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caribou Lou, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Everready, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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) |