[Intro] Yeah, it's like the ultimate party favor baby ya know? 2 cups will get her hot and out of her clothes ya know? Caribou Lou it's like
[Hook] 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 till the cops come
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Half a bottle of 151 off in a jug 1 cup of Malibu Rum, baby that's whassup then you Fill the rest of the jug with pineapple juice and it's crackin' The only defect is waking up like what happened I like red light parties and fed right bodies who like Bread like Dolly and head right totties at night Aribou Cay oulay Terrible day you pay the liquor store teller With no hair or toupee, touché Get the party jumping, keep the hotties humpin' I like 'em thick and juicy so don't Pilates nothin' Drinkin' too much Lou you Might be karate puchin' or at the back of the club Attending the naughty luncheon Satin, coolaid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum Here Kansas City come so give me some
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[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I see double, I see triple, might be trouble might see pistols We ain't tryna hear you haters sucking on sickles We living it up in two double O sizzle Wonder you may bro, until your day go Why I gotta be the one to drink you under the table And all the ladies I will do in time Once you become a member of my drinking club you will find Tech N9ne Trying to tell her truly get nudey yes I even do L-words in their fruity bizutti Like to drink it and yell slurs at the movies If I'm heated I'm off to get Caribou Lou to cool me Created by Tech Nizzle and T. Wizzle one high day We mixed it up and then I say we treat Caribizzle like our lady Originated in Kansas City, Missouri since 1995 baby
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Tar bender I need a drother nink Release Caribou Lou in a party and it's utter kink Insane manie, keep 'em coming then I'll remain zany Cause Sadatay baby I'm trying to make you my main damey For the rest of the night girl your sexy, your tight Come to me casa and see the chakra flexin' you right Groupies at 12 o'clock man I'll crawl, I'll go Yeah I'll recruit 'em, but I better not crap that's all I know Yep in my white T and Nikes you might sight me Slightly hyph and might see dry heaves Die we shall not need I.V.'s beside me Siamese (Tech!) Huh? (You're not making any sense!) I might make her wanna swing her Prada But once I get up on the mic and do my thing I got her (Tech!) Hey, batter batter batter batter sah-wing-a, batter He can hit, he can hit, he can hit, sah-wing-a, batter
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