Bumbell Lyrics - Singles - Yukmouth

[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 millennium 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 possession 

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 'cause 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 why'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 want to 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 want to 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)