Intro:

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 $#&@ing 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 (*##$es 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


Hook:


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

(Oooooh) this (*##$ 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 %#@!

And you will get the least bit of resistance
We pick who we see fit, but yo
(Don't Tweet This)


[Hook]


Yeah, it is what it is baby
No I don't want a lot of is in my biz lady
Ugh. Crazy. Daily

? at my crib, save me
Dippin' get me to drop some &&^( 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 $#&@in 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!


Hook x2