[Intro] Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to Tech N9ne's tour bus Before you get on this bus there's a couple rules you need to follow: Leave all your cell phones with me There will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing Whatever happens on this bus, stays on this bus
[Verse 1] Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou again (Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, fuckin' hooligan If you think you cool and true Then doing the fool my friend You'll begin boozing and choosing women that we do and do again Only if they hold us, the secrets they crossing over The beaches and often go, where we eating we rock n rollers Deep in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she lost her mobile And geekin because we showed her, freakin' across the globe In the weekend we off in Boulder, Colorado All my soldiers got a bottle And some hoes with a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble Head bitches they model And let's kick it Colorado's A red district full of brothels And med fixes Yo, we gotta hide, just see, we get no privacy Why, would she ride, with me Tweet, and straight lie to me? I don't know (what?) Who, she sleeps with But, all I know is: Don't you tweet this
[Hook] (x2) Do what I told you, I told you, I told you (Don't tweet this!)
[Verse 2] Baby I would hate to Kick it and then erase ya Cause you wanna go to One of those social networks And go state the Facts about my nature I gave to see you later (Oooooh) this bitch is shakin the table Pissed at me cause you wished it be Listed with a Twit Pic sick at me When ya missed it you scripted me When I gotta move invisibly You violate it, you fly away it Simple cause I am stealth Then formulate it, we tried to made it Keep it to your damn self Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly bone And I'll be pushing all yo buttons like movie phone Act like you belong, creeping in my groovy home Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned Way of life, keep it neat trick If you and the beast mix, you don't see shit And you will get the least bit of resistance We pick who we see fit, but yo (Don't Tweet This)
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[Verse 3] Yeah, it is what it is baby No I don't want a lot of is in my biz lady Crazy Daily Thizz at my crib, save me Dippin get me to drop some jizz on ya lid maybe We in Canada partying like some animals Even my tour manager know that Tweetin will vanish ya Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't amateur Granted the lost camera was planted in tall canisters Keys, you will receive, right when you leave Please, grab all your things, ya cannot leave, not a thing Put away ya phone, Yahtzee! And don't be flickin like the fuckin paparazzi We livin covert, Flava Flav know! We let you see what we want to, and when we say so (Monitor!) Her Tweetin gossip is really out of her That's why, I think I don't have that many followers!
[Hook] x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
