Bout Ta` Bubble Lyrics

Bout Ta` Bubble lyrics

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

'cause 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



[Hook:]

Bout ta Bubble [6x]



Bout
ta Bubble, Baby [3x]

We calculating



We drinkin and smokin and
humpin and likin it [2x]



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



[Hook]



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



[Hook]