Bumbell Lyrics by Yukmouth

Bumbell Lyrics

    [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 millenium 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 possesion
    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 cuz 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 y'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 wanna 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 wanna 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)

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