| 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 yo cell phones with me | |
| There will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking | |
| No playing the Play Station | |
| 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 fucking 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 and the weekend | |
| We often go to Colorado | |
| All my soldiers got a bottle | |
| And some hoes with a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble | |
| Hand 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:] | |
| Do what I told you, I told you I told you | |
| (Don't Tweet this!) | |
| 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) | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Yeah, it is what it is baby | |
| No I don't want a lot of is in my biz lady | |
| Ugh. Crazy. Daily | |
| [?] 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, drop to ya knees, 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 x2] |
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