Lyrics B. Boy - Tech N9ne

B. Boys and B. Girls, stand up
Down South, Midwest, East Coast, West Coast, Globally
Everywhere, yeah!
Tech N9ne 'nem

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Swing first, I'ma destroy, you a curse
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid, let the whole world know
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'ma destroy, you a curse
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid,. let the whole world know
I'm a B. Boy

I watched do it, He let that blue flag hang
So watch Scoob do it, I'ma let the brown rag swang
Middle Deuce to it
Boy thats just a five six thang
Now saWOOP WOOP
That's how we rep this gang
I ain't new to it
I got that bang in my veins
N I'm true to it, all I know is bang-in and caine
So get used to it, validation, now I'm with Strange
Oh you feelin' off the block representing with them Flamez

I pledge alegencs to the flag, to my united hoods of dowmuatries
Was certified, around the town bangin was so influencin'
I met it with my heart, a vendetta, in hopes of unity
And left out with a family of 40 cal and a newer me

Deuce clique, represent
Red rag regiment
Red-rum replicet
Rips run reckrence
Rest won't recommend
Refs dont let you in,
Red ride the warriors we rectified the testament
(SaWoop)

(Tech)
Swing first, I'ma destroy, you a curse
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid, let the whole world know
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'ma destroy, you a curse
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid, let the whole world know
I'm a B. Boy

Five ten, two thirty five, hell of a left hook
Niggas think the FEDs came and got me when they got West Crook
A vet look, pull up stuntin', and get ya vet took
Or we can stand mono y mono, and get ya best whooped
Knuckle up knuckle head niggas been with this knuckle game
Still fuck with Scoob, Kutt, and, baby ain't nothin' changed
(STRANGE!!)
I ride for'em with out the paper work
And organize drive bys to have you and ya neighbor hurt
Or send a couple down to have you and ya neighbor murked
To show you I ain't playin, fuck around, and knock ya neighbor first
This Skatterman, pussy, more than just a verse, son
Who you think Tech gonna 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's havin' mood swings (mood swings?)
You think them boys got guns, watch what you do bring
Fully auto AR 15'll wipe out the blue team/

(Tech)
Swing first, I'ma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'ma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy

Beats bangin, better bring it big or bounce bitch
Bout to blast it in blood in back in this black brick
Boss ballin been breakin' bread and biquets bre
And beautiful Biancas, bideos, and bangas with Big B
Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin' it
Best in this bario, bane, and bizarre more bills in this
Bankin this babies be blingin' and his boo be the big booty, big bust
Be in'is benzo bronze'll get big bucks
I'm a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas
Bona fide Billy badass with a brown bandana
Been gone on Bacardi, bulu, but I'm bout to be bigger bit
Better break if you bust up before I'm blowed and belligerent
Six Deuce spreads big in it, I'm bloated and blimpy
Broads be blowin me in the back of the black Bentley
Never been about no babblin', I'm bringin no bootsy
But I been in Bay with Big Von, like sha-boob-a-la-boopy

(Phone Conversation)
OG Mugs: Yo
Tech N9ne: OG Mugs, what's poppin' mane?
OG Mugs: What it be like family?
Tech N9ne: I'm kickin' it man, I was wondering if you could, uh, Bumpy Knuckles to come do this song for me man, B. Boy man, what you think?
OG Mugs: Knucks?
Tech N9ne: Yeah
OG Mugs: Ain't gotta say no more, it's done!

Yo, its the OG Bumpy Knucks, Knucks, I rolls with them B-Boys B-walkin down, strapped up-up
You can talk that killa shit if you all my nigga spit it, guarantee you gonn' get clapped up-up
See I'm the beast, you the bitch, I'm better battlin' babe, me and the blood Tech N9na saddled up-up
And for the record nigga, check mine's and you will find that I shoot legendary status, leave ya fucked up
C'mon To be like Bumps you got to be a big ball breaker
Crack a nigga whole act, I'm like a jaw breaker
Knock you out, n hit them pockets like a cold hand
I'm bus' yo muthafuckin' shit, n I'm an old man!
They said my music was Strange until I made me some change, and now they ridin my nuts-nuts
Tech 9s out the window, you see my KC killas ridin by, ya'll niggas better duck-duck!

(Tech)
Swing first, I'ma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'ma destroy - you a curse/
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy

(Phone Conversation)
Tech N9ne: Much love to ya mane, Sawoop in dis
OG Mugs: Sawoo?, hahahaha