Tech N9ne - Bumbell lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne & Yukmouth] Regime k**ers, ah What the deal (It's that lethal) What's poppin'? Regime n***as in this motherf**er For the 199 twist b**h (Uh, that regime sh**) Regime sh**, yeah (Done deal, bumbell) New millennium rhymers, n***a (What, Tecca Nina) The bumbell, where the f** you at? (Up in this b**h) Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regime's finest (Regime) Tecca Nina And Smoke a Lot himself (Smoke a lot, bumbell) Let's serve these n***as with the straight shh, uh n***a (In your back b**h) f** that, I'm tired of not being of the bungalow sh** This bumbell for you, n***a [Verse 1: Yukmouth] It's bumbell, bumbell, that's straight rapid fire That override your amplifiers and the woofers Your ba** tube hook ups shut the f** up with wires cooked up n***as stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal It'll probably have you k**ing people, for real Cops say it's illegal to have a Yuk tape in your possession n***as keep going to jail for 11, 350's and 211's 187's, concealed weapons, all the above Tear the f**in' club up with my n***a what [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] That Tech N9ne n***a, lyrically blind n***as on the grind All the time you will find I spiritually define n***a Rhyme k**er, I'm the fuhrer from Missour-a Quick when I rip sh** trip this animalistic, f** Ace Ventura By the power of my dead n***as, I'mma ride this like a rollercoaster Ain't nobody f**in' with my n***as I'm the k**er representin' Cosa Nostra So bust like you're supposed to, we guaranteed This gon' sell, cause this sh**'s the bumbell n***a [Hook: Tech N9ne] (2X) (Ba-bum) This sh** is heated (Ba-bum) Your sh**'s deleted (Ba-bum) And when you need it (Ba-bum) We drunk and weeded As long as this rap sh** sells Us n***as with figures We keep releasin' the bumbell [Verse 3: Yukmouth] b**h I can make you ven (Ba-bum) make you 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 trunk Grab the pump, bang my sh** when you in the mist to funk Or get sh** crunked, when sh** jumps I'm the theme music like Thorazine The fiends cling to it, I didn't mean to do it The music made me do it, it made me loose it Got my mind playin' tricks, now my nine can't stop Sprayin' sh**, until the n***a lay in a ditch And when I played this sh** it blew my speakers out Looked out the window I saw dope fiends and tweakers Out in the middle of the street doing the electric slide You should have peeped it out It got me geeked out, hustlin' makin' scriller After every word I got to say n***a Like what's up, n***a? Let's smoke this blunt, n***a Oh, yesterday got caught, got f**ed up, n***a You bumpin' Yuk, n***a? Oh that's the bumbell [Hook] (2X) [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] We're now listening to the sounds of Tech N9ne I don't need no medication, I just packs my crispy flows Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy hoes That n***a named Tech N9ne is a motherf**er on Gang Related Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated Rap A Lot summoned me, I told 'em that I had a gun in me Loony as a n***a wanna be, kindly get the f** from front of me Sleepin' with a black cat in my lap, splitin' poles daily Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me They say "Tech without rap you wouldn't be alive" f** that, I got n***as lettin' 'em go for twelve five, bumbell's live We bringin' heat to the game, deep when we came n***as f**ed up and put they feet to the flame Got that (Ish) if you want it, gives a (Iff) I'm a flaunt it That (Haaaa) got n***as thinkin' I'm hunted, the bumbell [Hook] (2X) [Outro: Tech N9ne & Yukmouth] Yeah (Live and direct) KC meets Oakland Oakland meets Houston, a k**er mixture (Bumbell) Bumbell (What) Tech N9ne (Regime sh**) Ish, uck, n***a What you wanna do Regime crew Like that n***a Me and Yukmouth up in this motherf**er Puttin' this sh** in your back For the 199 twist You know what I'm shizzlin'? You know what I'm shizzlin'? You know what I'm shizzlin'? Regime k**ers! (Thugged out, Yukmouth)