Lyrics Bumbell - Yukmouth, Tech N9ne

Bumbell

Regime killas, ah What the deal
(its that lethal)
Whats poppin
Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine twist bitch
(uh, that regime shit)
Regime shit, yeah
(done deal, bumbell)
New millenium rhymers nigga
(what, tech a nina)
The bumbell
Where the fuck you at
(up in this bitch)
(tech n9ne)
Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regimes finest
(regime) tech a nina
And smoke a lot himself
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Lets serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga
(in your back bitch)
Fuck that, Im tired of not being of the bungalow shit
This bumbell for you nigga
Its bumbell bumbell, thats straight rapid fire
That override your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, its that lethal
Itll probably have you killing people, for real
Cops say its illegal to have a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep going to jail for 11, 350s and 211s
187s, concealed weapons, all the above
Tear the fuckin club up with my nigga what
That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
Im the purer from missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the power of my dead niggas ima ride this like a rollercoaster
Aint nobody fuckin with my niggas Im the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust like youre supposed to We guaranteed this gon sell cuz this shits the bumbell nigga
(ba bum)
This shit is heated (ba bum)
Your shits deleted (ba bum)
And when you need it (ba bum)
We drunk and weeded
As long as this rap shit sells
Us niggas with figures we keep releasin the bumbell
Bitch I can make ya?
ven?
(ba bum)
Make ya?
land?
(ba bum)
Make the fans (ba bum)
Gang related dance (ba bum)
I can make the hood (ba bum)
Make your?
kim wood?
(ba bum)
Make your stereo (ba bum)
Make calico (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funk
Or get shit crunked
When shit jumps, Im the theme music
Like thorazine, the fiends cling to it
I didnt mean to do it
The music made me do it, it made me loose it Got my mind playin tricks
Now my nine cant stop sprayin shit
Until the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I played this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin scrilla
After every word I got to say nigga
Like whats up nigga?
Lets smoke this blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up nigga
You bumpin yuk nigga?
Oh thats the bumbell
Were now listening to the sounds of tech n9ne
I dont need no medication, I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for yall filthy hoes
That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Haters gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot summoned me, I told em that I had a gun in me Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror dont faze me They say tech when I rap you wouldnt be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbells live
We bringin heat to the game, deep when we came
Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the flame
Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) Im a flaunt it That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin Im hunted, the bumbell
(yukmouth)
Yeah (live and direct)
Kc meets oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) bumbell (what)
Tech n9ne (regime shit)
Ish, uck, nigga
What you wanna do Regime crew
Like that nigga
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your back
For the one nine nine twist
You know what Im sizzlin?
You know what Im sizzlin?
You know what Im sizzlin?
Regime killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)