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, pocket full of socks

Got fat knots, somethin gone squat

?Down, puttin it down, down for the block?

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

It must be a dream. Hit the stage, everybody holla

Gettin throwed, ?stripper shows throw away a dolla?

Father, I don't want to leave nobody too blessed

Cuz they greedy in the middle of what I do best

You fixin to see me in the TV with a few guest

We bout to bubble baby, get ya waterproof vest

Bout ta Bubble

Bout ta Bubble, Baby

We calculating

We drinkin and smokin and humpin and likin it

Yo, get ya ID, passport, state skippin

All around the world, busy with the bass hittin

We ain't come for bustin heads, yea we hate trippin

When we through rockin the shows, man we chase kittens

J's on my feet, car full of beat,

Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat

Frown, you can make a song. Clown in the street

Gimme the beat and we leakin

No mercy for the haters that weep

On to the next, Minnesota to the Netherlands

Veterans, caravans, gettin chedder, man

Round the world in a day, off in LA

Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City to the Bay

Everybody hifey, the South really like me

Ill Bill got it where the East Coast invite me

Tech's in the air when the mood really strikes me

Hey, we bout to bubble, so imbedded in your psyche

Hey, B-boys hit the flo' wit it

Off in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe wit it

Clown and crunk wit it, A-Town stomp wit it

At the set, jugglettes make they double D's jump to this

House on the hill, hella tip drills

Paul Wall said he'd do me up a red grill

Busta Bus circlin' the 5-6 ville

Forty water, he told me a lot in this business for real

Stormin. In Salt Lake City performin for Mormans

Out of they garments before the mornin, I'm charmin

Leavin em torn, mess with the bull you get the horns

Nina gets with a beauty best, it's armin

Misery's behind me, labels tryin to sign me

Ain't too many who don't know just who the Tech N9ne be

Is she lookin for somethin with a future so shiny

Kansas City, Missouri is where she gone find me