Yukmouth - BumbellLyrics

[Tech N9ne] (Yukmouth) Regime killas, ah What the deal (It's that lethal) What's poppin Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine twist bitch (Uh, that regime shit) Regime shit, yeah (Done deal, bumbell) New millennium rhymers nigga (What, Tech a nina) The bumbell Where the fuck you at (Up in this bitch) [Yukmouth] (Tech N9ne) Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regime's finest (Regime) Tech a nina And Smoke a Lot himself (Smoke a lot, bumbell) Let's serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga (In your back bitch) Fuck that, I'm tired of not being of the bungalow shit This bumbell for you nigga [Yukmouth] It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight rapid fire That override your ampliphiers and the woofers Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal It'll probably have you killing people, for real Cops say it's illegal to have a Yuk tape in your possession Niggas keep going to jail for 11, 350's and 211's 187's, concealed weapons, all the above Tear the fuckin club up with my nigga what [Tech N9ne] That Tech N9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind All the time you will find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa I'm the purer from Missour-a Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura By the power of my dead niggas I'ma ride this like a rollercoaster Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin Cosa Nostra So bust like you're supposed to We guaranteed this gon sell 'cause this shit's the bumbell nigga [Chorus: (Tech N9ne)] X 2 (Ba bum) This shit is heated (Ba bum) Your shit's deleted (Ba bum) And when you need it (Ba bum) We drunk and weeded As long as this rap shit sells Us 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 trunk Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funk Or get shit crunked When shit 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 shit Until the nigga lay in a ditch And when I played this shit 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 shoulda peeped it out It got me geeked out, hustlin makin scrilla After every word I got to say nigga Like what's up nigga? Let's smoke this blunt nigga Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up nigga You bumpin Yuk nigga? Oh that's the bumbell [Chorus] X 2 [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 why'all filthy hoes That nigga named Tech N9ne is a motherfucker 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 nigga want to be, kindly get the fuck from front of me Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me They say Tech when I rap you wouldn't be alive Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live We bringin heat to the game, deep when we came Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the flame Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm 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, nigga What you want to do Regime crew Like that nigga Me and Yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your back For the one nine nine twist You know what I'm sizzlin? You know what I'm sizzlin? You know what I'm sizzlin? Regime killas! (Thugged out, Yukmouth)