Текст песни Yukmouth - Bumbell
Yukmouth - Bumbell слова песни
[tech n9ne] (yukmouth)Regime killas, ahWhat the deal(its that lethal)Whats poppinRegime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine twist bitch(uh, that regime shit)Regime shit, yeah(done deal, bumbell)New millenium rhymers nigga(what, tech a nina)The bumbellWhere the fuck you at(up in this bitch)[yukmouth] (tech n9ne)Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regimes finest(regime) tech a ninaAnd smoke a lot himself(smoke a lot, bumbell)Lets serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga(in your back bitch)Fuck that, Im tired of not being of the bungalow shitThis bumbell for you nigga[yukmouth]Its bumbell bumbell, thats straight rapid fireThat override your ampliphiers and the woofersYour bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked upNiggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, its that lethalItll probably have you killing people, for realCops say its illegal to have a yuk tape in your possesionNiggas keep going to jail for 11, 350s and 211s187s, concealed weapons, all the aboveTear the fuckin club up with my nigga what[tech n9ne]That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grindAll the time you will find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killaIm the purer from missour-aQuick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace venturaBy the power of my dead niggas ima ride this like a rollercoasterAint nobody fuckin with my niggas Im the killa representin cosa nostraSo bust like youre supposed toWe guaranteed this gon sell cuz this shits the bumbell nigga[chorus: (tech n9ne)] x 2(ba bum)This shit is heated (ba bum)Your shits deleted (ba bum)And when you need it (ba bum)We drunk and weededAs long as this rap shit sellsUs niggas with figures we keep releasin the bumbell[yukmouth]Bitch I can make ya ? ven? (ba bum)Make ya ? land? (ba bum)Make the fans (ba bum)Gang related dance (ba bum)I can make the hood (ba bum)Make your ? kim wood? (ba bum)Make your stereo (ba bum)Make calico (ba bum)They dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunkGrab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funkOr get shit crunkedWhen shit jumps, Im the theme musicLike thorazine, the fiends cling to itI didnt mean to do itThe music made me do it, it made me loose itGot my mind playin tricksNow my nine cant stop sprayin shitUntil the nigga lay in a ditchAnd when I played this shit it blew my speakers outLooked out the window I saw dope fiends and tweakers out in theMiddle of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it outIt got me geeked out, hustlin makin scrillaAfter every word I got to say niggaLike whats up nigga? Lets smoke this blunt niggaOh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up niggaYou bumpin yuk nigga? Oh thats the bumbell[chorus] x 2[tech n9ne]Were now listening to the sounds of tech n9neI dont need no medication, I just packs my crispy flowsEndo, rum and fornication, jammed up for yall filthy hoesThat nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang relatedHaters gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulatedRap a lot summoned me, I told em that I had a gun in meLoony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of meSleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles dailyUnder a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror dont faze meThey say tech when I rap you wouldnt be aliveFuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbells liveWe bringin heat to the game, deep when we cameNiggas fucked up and put they feet to the flameGot that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) Im a flaunt itThat (haaaa) got niggas thinkin Im hunted, the bumbell[chorus] x 2[tech n9ne] (yukmouth)Yeah (live and direct)Kc meets oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture(bumbell) bumbell (what)Tech n9ne (regime shit)Ish, uck, niggaWhat you wanna doRegime crewLike that niggaMe and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your backFor the one nine nine twistYou know what Im sizzlin? You know what Im sizzlin? You know what Im sizzlin? Regime killas!(thugged out, yukmouth)