Testo B. Boy - Tech N9ne
Testo della canzone B. Boy (Tech N9ne), tratta dall'album K.O.D.
B. boys and B. girls stand up
Down South, Midwest, East coast, West coast
Globally, everywhere, yeah
Tech N9ne now! Let's go!
Swing first, I'ma 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!
Swing first, I'ma 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!
I watched Snoop do it, he let that blue flag hang
So watch Scoob do it, I'ma let the brown rag swang
Middle deuce to it, boy that's just a five, six thang
Now, so, whoo, whoo, that's how we rep this gang
I ain't new to it, vill I got that bang in my veins
And I'm true to it, all I know is bangin' and 'caine
So get used to it, validation now, I'm with strange
OG villain off the block representer of them flames (uh-huh)
I pledge allegiance to the flag, my united hoods of Damu and trees
I'm certified, around the top banging was so influencing
I made it with my heart, a vendetta, in hopes of unity
And left out a with family, a forty cal and a newer me
Deuce clique represent, red rag regiment
Redrum replicants, whips runt recreate
Rest won't recommend, refs don't let you win
Red rider warriors, we rectify the testament we
Swing first, I'ma destroy
You're a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'ma destroy
You're a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
510, 235, hell of a left hook
Niggas, think the feds came and got me when they got West Crook
A vet, look, pull up stuntin' and get your vet took
Or we could stand mano-e-mano and get your best whooped
Knuckle up knucklehead, nigga, been with this knuckle game
Still fuckin' with Scoob, Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin' change (strange!)
I ride for 'em without the paper work, and organize drive-by's
That have you and your neighbor hurt
Send a couple down and hey, you and your neighbor murked
Show you I ain't playin' fuck around and knock your neighbor first
It's Skatterman, pussy more than just the verses son
Who you think Tech gonna call to make sure that the dirt gets done
Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings
Number 45 is a bitch, and I think she's 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!
Swing first, I'ma destroy
You're a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'ma destroy
You're a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
Beats bangin' better bring it big or bounce bitch
'Bout to blast it in blood I'm back in this black brick
Boss Balla, been breakin' bread and baguettes brie
And beautiful biancas, bideos, and begas with big B
Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin' it
Best in this barrio bane and bazaar be more bills in this
Bankin' his babies be blingin' and his boo be that big booty!
Big bust! Jumpin' in his Benzo bronze and get big bucks!
I'm a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas
Bona fide, billy badass with a brown bandana
Been gone on Bacardi 'bou Lou, but I'm 'bout to be bigger bent
Better break if you're bustin' before I'm blown and belligerent
Six deuce brims bickin' it, I'm bloated and blimpy
Broads be blowin' me in the back of the black Bentley
Never been 'bout no babblin' not bringing no bootsy
But I've been in the bay with big bond like shaboobalaboopy!
Yeah, OG Muggs, what's poppin', man?
What to be like family?
I'm kickin' it man, I was wonderin' if you could get, uh
Bumpy Knuckles to come do this song for me, man
B. Boy, man, what you think?
Fox? Yeah, I guess the know Fox
Yeah, it's the OG Bumpy Knucks, Knucks, I rolls with them B. Boys
B' walkin' round strapped up-up
You can talk that killer shit if you want my niggas, spit it
Guarantee you gon' get clapped up-up
See I'm the beast, you're the bitch, I'm better battling, baby
Me and the blood Tech Nina saddled up-up
And for the record nigga, check mines and you will find
That I shoot legendary status, niggas up-up
Come on, to be like Bump you've gotta be a big ball-breaker
Crack a nigga whole rack I'm like a jawbreaker (crack)
Knock you out and, and hit them pockets like a cold hand
I'll bust your motherfuckin' shit, and I'm a old man
They said my music was strange until I made
Me sum change and now, they're ridin' my nuts-nuts
Tech N9ne's out the window, you see my
KC Killers ridin' by y'all niggas, better duck-duck!
Come on
Swing first, I'ma destroy
You're a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'ma destroy
You're a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
Much love to you, man
To all business, to -
(Ma-ma-madness)
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Yates
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