Don't Tweet This Lyrics - Tech N9ne

Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to Tech N9ne's tour bus 

Before you get on this bus there's a couple rules you need to follow: 

Leave all your cell phones with me 

There will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking 

No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing 

Whatever happens on this bus, stays on this bus 

Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou again 

(Tech N9ne!) 

Kansas City fucking hooligan 

If you think you cool and true 

And choosing women that we do and do again 

Only if they hold us, the secrets they crossing over 

The beaches and often go, w 

here we eating we rock n rollers 

But no Tweetin she lost her 

And geekin because we showed her 

Freakin across the globe in the weekend 

We off in Boulder, Colorado 

All my soldiers got a bottle 

And some hoes with a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble 

Head bitches they model 

And let's kick it Colorado's 

A red district full of brothels 

And med fixes 

Yo, we gotta hide just see 

Why, would she ride, with me 

Tweet, and straight lie to me? 

I don't know (what?) 

Who, she sleeps with 

But, all I know is 

Don't, you, Tweet this 

Do what I told you, I told you I told you 

Do what I told you, I told you I told you 

Baby I would hate to 

Kick it and then erase ya 

Cause you wanna go to 

One of those social networks 

And go state the 

Facts about my nature 

I gave to see you later 

(Oooooh) this bitch is shakin the table 

Pissed at me cause you wished it be 

Listed with a Twit Pic sick at me 

When ya missed it you scripted me 

When I gotta move invisibly 

You violate it, you fly away it 

Simple cause I am stealth 

Then formulate it, we tried to made it 

Keep it to your damn self 

Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly bone 

And I'll be pushing all yo buttons like movie 

Act like you belong, creeping in my groovy home 

Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned 

Way of life, keep it neat trick 

If you and the beast mix, you don't see shit 

And you will get the least bit of resistance 

We pick who we see fit, but yo 

Yeah, it is what it is baby 

No I don't want a lot of is in my biz lady 

{?} at my crib, save me 

Dippin get me to drop some jizz on ya lid maybe 

We in Canada partying like some animals 

Even my tour manager know that Tweetin will vanish ya 

Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't amateur 

Granted the lost camera was planted in tall canisters 

Keys, you will receive, right when you leave 

Please, drop to ya knees, ya cannot leave, not a thing 

Put away ya phone, Yahtzee! 

And don't be flickin like the fuckin paparazzi 

We livin covert, Flava Flav know! 

We let you see what we want to, and when we say so 

Her Tweetin gossip is really out of her 

That's why, I think I don't have that many followers! 

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