Bboy Lyrics - K.o.d. - 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 

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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 

Photos 

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