Bumbell lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne & Yukmouth]
Regime killers, ah
What the deal
(It's that lethal)
What's poppin'?
Regime n*ggas in this motherf*cker
For the 199 twist b*tch
(Uh, that regime sh*t)
Regime sh*t, yeah
(Done deal, bumbell)
New millennium rhymers, n*gga
(What, Tecca Nina)
The bumbell, where the f*ck you at?
(Up in this b*tch)
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*ggas with the straight shh, uh n*gga
(In your back b*tch)
f*ck that, I'm tired of not being of the bungalow sh*t
This bumbell for you, n*gga

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
It's bumbell, bumbell, that's straight rapid fire
That override your amplifiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the f*ck up with wires cooked up
n*ggas 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
n*ggas keep going to jail for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, concealed weapons, all the above
Tear the f*ckin' club up with my n*gga what
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
That Tech N9ne n*gga, lyrically blind n*ggas on the grind
All the time you will find I spiritually define n*gga
Rhyme killer, I'm the fuhrer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip sh*t trip this animalistic, f*ck Ace Ventura
By the power of my dead n*ggas, I'mma ride this like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with my n*ggas I'm the killer representin' Cosa Nostra
So bust like you're supposed to, we guaranteed
This gon' sell, cause this sh*t's the bumbell n*gga

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Ba-bum) This sh*t is heated
(Ba-bum) Your sh*t's deleted
(Ba-bum) And when you need it
(Ba-bum) We drunk and weeded
As long as this rap sh*t sells
Us n*ggas with figures
We keep releasin' the bumbell

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
b*tch 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*t when you in the mist to funk
Or get sh*t crunked, when sh*t 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*t, until the n*gga lay in a ditch
And when I played this sh*t 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*gga
Like what's up, n*gga? Let's smoke this blunt, n*gga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got f*cked up, n*gga
You bumpin' Yuk, n*gga? Oh that's the bumbell
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Ba-bum) This sh*t is heated
(Ba-bum) Your sh*t's deleted
(Ba-bum) And when you need it
(Ba-bum) We drunk and weeded
As long as this rap sh*t sells
Us n*ggas with figures
We keep releasin' the bumbell

[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*gga named Tech N9ne is a motherf*cker on Gang Related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap A Lot summoned me, Yuk told 'em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a n*gga wanna be, kindly get the f*ck 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*ck that, I got n*ggas lettin' 'em go for twelve five, bumbell's live
We bringin' heat to the game, deep when we came
n*ggas f*cked up and put they feet to the flame
Got that tihs if you want it, gives a kcuf I'm a flaunt it
That (Haaaa) got n*ggas thinkin' I'm hunted, the bumbell
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Ba-bum) This sh*t is heated
(Ba-bum) Your sh*t's deleted
(Ba-bum) And when you need it
(Ba-bum) We drunk and weeded
As long as this rap sh*t sells
Us n*ggas with figures
We keep releasin' the bumbell

[Outro: Tech N9ne & Yukmouth]
Yeah (Live and direct)
KC meets Oakland
Oakland meets Houston, a killer mixture
(Bumbell) Bumbell (What)
Tech N9ne (Regime sh*t)
Ish, uck, n*gga
What you wanna do
Regime crew
Like that n*gga
Me and Yukmouth up in this motherf*cker
Puttin' this sh*t in your back
For the 199 twist
You know what I'm sizzlin'?
You know what I'm sizzlin'?
You know what I'm sizzlin'?
Regime killers!
(Thugged out, Yukmouth)