Tech N9ne - B. Boy Lyrics

[Introduction:]
B. Boys and B. Girls stand up.
Down South, Midwest, East Coast, West Coast, Globally, everywhere.
Yea, Tech N9ne now... Let's go!

[Chorus:]
Swing first, I'm a destroy.
You a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em B-nnoyed
Let the whole world know I'm a B. Boy! [x2]

[Verse 1:]
[Big Scoob:]
I watched Snoop do it, he let that blue flag hang.
So let Scoob do it, I'm a let the brown rag swang.
Middle deuce to it, boy that's just a 5, 6 thang.
Now suuwoop woop
That's how we rep this gang
I ain't new to it, I got that bang in my veins.
And I'm true to it, all I know is bangin and caine.
So get use to it, validation now I'm with Strange.
Oh you feelin off the block a representer of them flames
[Kutt Calhoun:]
I pledge allegiance to the flag, my united hoods of damuetry
I'm certified, around top bangin was so influencing
I made it with my heart hopes of unity, and left out a family of 40 Kal and a newer me.
Deuce click represent, red rag regiment, red rope replicates, whips runt recreate.
Rest won't, like I meant
Reffs don't let ya win, red rag warriors we rectify the testament

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Skatterman]
5'10 235, hell of a left hook.
Niggas think the feds came and got me when they got West Crook.
A vent look, pull up stuntin and get your vet took.
Or we could stand mano y mano and get your best whooped
Knuckle up knucklehead nigga been with this knuckle game.
Still f*ckin the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
I ride for without the paper work, organize drive-bys'll have you and your neighbor hurt
Send a couple down and have you and your neighbor murked
Show you I ain't playin f*ck around and knock your neighbor first.
It's Skatterman pussy more than just the virgins son.
Who you think that tech gon call to make sure that the dirt gets done
Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings.
My.45 is a bitch, and I think she 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

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Beats bangin better bring it big or bounce bitch
Bout to blast it in blood I'm back in this black brick
Boss baller been breakin bread and begets breed
And beautiful biancas, videos, and vegas with big b
Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin it.
Best in this Bari o Bane and bazaar and more bills in this.
Bangin this baby's be blingin [?]
Big booty big bust bring in expensive broads and get big bucks
I'm a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas.
Bonefied billy bad ass with a brown bandanna.
Been gone on bacardi (cari) bou lou and I'm bout to be bigger bent,
Better break if you busted before I'm blowed and belligerent.
Six deuce brings dick in it, I'm bloated and Blimpy.
Broads be blowin me in the back of the black bently.
Never been about no babblin not bringin no boosie
But I've been in the bay like sha boo ba la boopie

[On Phone:]
Yo
What's poppin mane?
What it 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?
Whhat?
Yeah
Nigga say no more it's done

[Bumpy Knuckles:]
Yo it's the OG Bumpy Knucks I rolls with them B. Boys
We walkin round strapped up up
You can talk that killa shit if you want my niggas spill it guaranteed you gon get clapped up up
See I'm the beast, you the bitch I'm better battlin baby we in the blood
Tech Nina's 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 you gotta be a big ball breaker (pow!)
Crack a nigga whole rack em like a jaw breaker (craaack!)
Knock you out and and hit them pockets like a cold hand.
I'll bust ya mothaf*ckin shit and I'm a old man.
They said my music was strange until I made me some change and now they ridin my nuts nuts
Tech N9ne's out the window, you see my KC Killas ridin by y'all niggas better duck duck
Come on

[Chorus x2]

Much love to you mane
Suuwoop in it
Suuwoop