Bout Ta' Bubble

"Bout Ta' Bubble"Dedicated to all the DJ's all over the world, man.(One for the treble, two for the bassCome on Techa Nina, let's rock this place)Tech's in the place, everybody get mainyPunks betta cuff yo lady, can't nobody tame meBlame me. For keepin her runny eyed rainyLadies used to hate me, now they comin out they pantiesGirls on the jock, pocket full of socksGot 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 greenThan when I seen when my team hit the sceneIt must be a dream. Hit the stage, everybody hollaGettin throwed, ?stripper shows throw away a dolla?Father, I don't want to leave nobody too blessedCuz they greedy in the middle of what I do bestYou fixin to see me in the TV with a few guestWe bout to bubble baby, get ya waterproof vest[Hook:]Bout ta Bubble [6x]Bout ta Bubble, Baby [3x]We calculatingWe drinkin and smokin and humpin and likin it [2x]Yo, get ya ID, passport, state skippinAll around the world, busy with the bass hittinWe ain't come for bustin heads, yea we hate trippinWhen we through rockin the shows, man we chase kittensJ's on my feet, car full of beat,Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seatFrown, you can make a song. Clown in the streetGimme the beat and we leakinNo mercy for the haters that weepOn to the next, Minnesota to the NetherlandsVeterans, caravans, gettin chedder, manRound the world in a day, off in LAOklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City to the BayEverybody hifey, the South really like meIll Bill got it where the East Coast invite meTech's in the air when the mood really strikes meHey, we bout to bubble, so imbedded in your psyche[Hook]Hey, B-boys hit the flo' wit itOff in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe wit itClown and crunk wit it, A-Town stomp wit itAt the set, jugglettes make they double D's jump to thisHouse on the hill, hella tip drillsPaul Wall said he'd do me up a red grillBusta Bus circlin' the 5-6 villeForty water, he told me a lot in this business for realStormin. In Salt Lake City performin for MormansOut of they garments before the mornin, I'm charminLeavin em torn, mess with the bull you get the hornsNina gets with a beauty best, it's arminMisery's behind me, labels tryin to sign meAin't too many who don't know just who the Tech N9ne beIs she lookin for somethin with a future so shinyKansas City, Missouri is where she gone find me[Hook]