TECH N9NE B. Boy
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B. Boys and B. Girls stand up.
Down South, Midwest, East Coast, West Coast, Globally, everywhere.
Yea, Tech N9ne now… Let’s go!
Swing first, I’m a destroy.
You a curse, I’m a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got ’em p-noid
Let the whole world know I’m a B. Boy! [x2]
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
I watched Snoop do it, he let that blue flag hang.
So let Scoob do it, I’m a let that brown rag swang.
Me to deuce to it, boy that’s just a 5, 6 thang.
Now SU-WU, WOOP!
That’s how we rep this gang.
I ain’t new to it, for real I got that bang in my veins.
And I’m true to it, all I know is bang ’em and ‘caine
So get use to it, validation now I’m with Strange.
ALL these villains off the block have been incinerated in flames
I pledge allegiance to the flag, My united hoods of dow-murity.
I’m certified, around the time bangin’ was so influencing
I made it with my heart and bandana in hopes of unity, and left out a family with a.40 cal and a newer me.
My Deuce click represent, red rag regiment, red rope replicates, whips runt recreate.
Rest I won’t recommend
Reffs don’t let ya win, Red Rider Warriors we reppin to find the testament we…
[Verse 2: Skatterman]
Five ten 235, hell of a left hook.
Niggas think the feds came and got when they got West Crook.
A vent look, pull up stuntin and get your vet took.
Or we could stand Mono Emono and get your best whoop.
Knuckle up knucklehead, nigga been with this knuckle game.
Still fuckin the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain’t nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for with out no paper work, organize drive-bys and your neighbor hurt.
Send a couple guys to have you and your neighbor Merc.
Show you I ain’t playin fuck around and knock your neighbor first.
It’s Skatterman, pussy more than just the virgin son.
Who you think Tech gonna call to make sure that the Dirt get done.
Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings.
My.45 is a bitch, and I think she havin mood swings (Mood Swings?)
You think them boys got guns watch what your dude bring.
Fully auto AR-15, wipe out the Blue Team!
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Beats bangin better bring it big or bounce bitch.
Bout to blast with the blood and backin this black brick.
Boss ballin with breakin bred and against breed.
And beautiful biancas, bideos, and begas with big b.
Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin it.
Best in this Bari o Bane and bazaar and more bills in this.
Bangin this baby’s be blingin as his booty.
Big booty, big bucks, bringin this his pencil in as big bucks!
I’m a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas.
Bonefied, billy bad ass with a brown bandanna.
Been gone with bicardi-bilou and I’m bout to be bigger bent,
But if I break, you bein busted before I’m blown and belligerent.
Six deuce brings dick in it, I’m bloated than Blimpy.
Broades be blowin me in the back of the black Bently.
Never known about bringin no Brucy.
But I’ve been in the bomb like Sha Boobla Boopy! [pause]
Yo it’s the OG bumpy knucks knucks, I roll with them B. Boys.
Be walkin round strapped up-up,
You can talk that killa shit if you want my niggas guarantee that you’ll get clacked up-up.
See I’m the beast, you the bitch picture battlin baby, in the blood,
Tech Nina’s saddled up-up.
And for the record nigga, check mine and you will find that I shoot legendary statuses niggas up-up.
Come on, be like bumpy ya gotta be a big ball breaker (pow!)
Crack a nigga jaws like a jaw breaker (craaack!)
Knock ya out and and hit them pockets like a cold hand.
I’m bust ya mothafuckin shit and I’m an old man.
They said my music was Strange until I made me sum change and now they ridin my nuts-nuts.
Tech N9ne’s out the window, you see them KC Killas ridin by y’all niggas better duck-duck!