Tech N9ne - Don't Tweet This lyrics

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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 fuckin hooligan

If you think you cool and true

Then doing the fool my friend

You'll begin boozing

And choosing women that we do and do again

Only if they hold us, the secrets they crossing over

The beaches and often go, where we eating we rock n rollers

Deep in the thoughts we go

But no Tweetin she lost her mobile

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

We get no privacy

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

(Don't Tweet this! )

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

(Don't Tweet this! )

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

(Ooooh) 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 phone

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

(Don't Tweet This)

Yeah, it is what it is baby

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

Crazy Daily

Thizz 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

(Monitor! )

Her Tweetin gossip is really out of her

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

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