Текст песни Don't Tweet This - Tech N9ne
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
fucking
hooligan
If
you
think
you
cool
and
true
and
fool
the
you
get
booze
And
choosing
women
that
we
do
and
do
again
Only
if
they
hold
us,
the
secrets
they
crossing
over
The
beaches
and
often
go
When
we
eating
we
rock
n
rollers
People
they
dance
and
go
But
no
Tweetin
she
lost
the
mobile
And
diging
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
(Oooooh)
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
for
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)
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
Yeah,
it
is
what
it
is
baby
No
I
don't
want
a
lot
of
is
in
my
biz
lady
Crazy
g
Daily
g
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!
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
What
the
fuck
you
mean
you're
my
man
Is
4 o'clock
in
the
fucking
morning
And
you
talk
me
about
tweeter
man
That's
bullshit
Go
ahead
and
had
that
bitch
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
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