Bout Ta Bubble

Dedicated to all the DJ's all over the world, man 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 (Check), pocket full of socks (Check) Got a fat knots (Check), somethin gone squat (Yeah) Down, ducka-ducka, down, down for the block? (yes) 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) Cause 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 to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby We got ya, lady And drinkin', and smokin', and humpin', and likin' it And drinkin', and smokin', and humpin', and likin' it Yo, get ya ID, passport, state skippin' (Ja) All around the world, busy with the bass hittin' (Ja) We ain't come for bustin' heads, yo we hate trippin' (Ja) 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 Sets in the air when the mood really strikes me Hey, we bout'ta bubble so imbedded in your psyche 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby We got ya, lady And drinkin', and smokin', and humpin', and likin' it And drinkin', and smokin', and humpin', and likin' it 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 (Check), hella tip drills (Check) Paul Wall said he'd do me up a red grill (Yeah) Busta Buss circlin' the five, six 'ville (Yes) Forty Water, he told me a lot in this business for real Stormin', In Salt Lake City performin' for Mormons Out of their garments before the mornin', I'm torment Leavin'em torn, mess with the bull you get the horns Nina gets with a beauty, that's disarming 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 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby We got ya, lady And drinkin', and smokin', and humpin', and likin' it And drinkin', and smokin', and humpin', and likin' it 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble (And drinkin') 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble (And smokin', and humpin', and likin' it) 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble