| Song | B. Boy |
| Artist | Tech N9ne |
| Artist | Kutt Calhoun |
| Artist | Big Scoob |
| Artist | Skatterman |
| Artist | Bumpy Knuckles |
| Album | K.O.D. |
| 作词 : Tech N9ne | |
| 作曲 : Tech N9ne | |
| B. Boys and B. Girls stand up | |
| Down south, midwest, east coast, west coast | |
| Globally, everywhere, yeah! | |
| Tech N9ne now! Let's go! | |
| Swing first, I'mma destroy | |
| You a curse, I'mma B. Boy! | |
| Cherried up, got 'em P'noid | |
| Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy! | |
| Swing first, I'mma destroy | |
| You a curse, I'mma B. Boy! | |
| Cherried up, got 'em P'noid | |
| Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy! | |
| I watched Snoop do it, he let that blue flag hang | |
| So watch Scoob do it, I'mma let the brown rag swang | |
| Middle deuce to it, boy that's just a five six thang | |
| Now SOO WOO! WOO! That's how we rep this gang | |
| I ain't new to it, vill I got that bang in my veins | |
| And I'm true to it, all I know is bangin' and 'caine | |
| So get used to it, validation now I'm with Strange | |
| OG villain off the block representer of them flames | |
| I pledge allegiance to the flag, my united hoods of * | |
| I'm certified, around the top banging was so influencing | |
| I made it with my heart, a vendetta, in hopes of unity | |
| And left out a with family, a forty cal and a newer me | |
| Deuce click represent, red rag regiment | |
| Red rope replicates, whips runt recreate | |
| Rest won't recommend, refs don't let you win | |
| Red Rider Warriors we reppin' to find the testament we | |
| 5"10', 235, hell of a left hook | |
| ****** think the feds came and got me when they got West Crook | |
| A vent look, pull up stuntin' and get your vet took | |
| Or we could stand mano a mano and get your best whooped | |
| Knuckle up knucklehead, ***** been with this knuckle game | |
| Still ******' with Scoob, Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change(STRANGE!) | |
| A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor hurt | |
| Send a couple down and hey you and your neighbor murked | |
| Show you I ain't playin' **** around and knock your neighbor first | |
| It's Skatterman, ***** mortar just took virgins son | |
| Who you think Tech gonna call to make sure that the dirt get done | |
| Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings | |
| My .45 is a *****, and I think she havin' mood swings (mood swings?) | |
| You think them boys got guns watch what your dude bring | |
| Fully auto AR-15, wipe out the Blue Team! | |
| Beats bangin' better bring it big or bounce ***** | |
| 'Bout to blastin' in blood I'm back in this black brick | |
| Boss ball I've been breakin' bread 'n baguettes brie | |
| And beautiful biancas, videos, and Vegas with big B | |
| Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin' it | |
| Best in this barrio bane and bazaar we more bills in this | |
| Bankin' his babies be blingin' and his boo be that big booty! | |
| Big bust! Be in his benzo bronze and get big bucks! | |
| I'm a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas | |
| Bonefied, billy bad ass with a brown bandana | |
| Been gone on Bacardi 'bou lou but I'm bout to be bigger bent | |
| Better break if you bustin' before I'm blown and belligerent | |
| Six deuce brims big in it, I'm bloated than Blimpy | |
| Broades be blowin me in the back of the black Bentley | |
| Never been about no babblin not bringing no bootsy | |
| But I've been in the bay with big bond like shaboobalaboopy! | |
| Yo it's the OG Bumpy Knucks, Knucks I rolls with them B. Boys | |
| B' walkin' round strapped up-up | |
| You can talk that killer **** if you want my ****** | |
| Guarantee that you'll get clapped up-up | |
| See I'm the beast, your the *****, I'm better battling baby | |
| Me and the blood Tech Nina saddled up-up | |
| And for the record *****, check mine and you will find | |
| That I **** legendary status ****** up-up | |
| Come on, to be like bump ya gotta be a big ball breaker (Pow!) | |
| Crack a ***** whole rack I'm like a jaw breaker (Crack!) | |
| Knock you out and and hit them pockets like a cold hand | |
| I'll bust your ************' **** and I'm an old man | |
| They said my music was Strange until I made | |
| Me sum change and now they ridin' my nuts-nuts | |
| Tech N9ne's out the window, you see them | |
| KC Killers ridin' by y'all ****** better duck-duck! | |
| Come on! |
| zuò cí : Tech N9ne | |
| zuò qǔ : Tech N9ne | |
| B. Boys and B. Girls stand up | |
| Down south, midwest, east coast, west coast | |
| Globally, everywhere, yeah! | |
| Tech N9ne now! Let' s go! | |
| Swing first, I' mma destroy | |
| You a curse, I' mma B. Boy! | |
| Cherried up, got ' em P' noid | |
| Let the whole world know, I' m a B. Boy! | |
| Swing first, I' mma destroy | |
| You a curse, I' mma B. Boy! | |
| Cherried up, got ' em P' noid | |
| Let the whole world know, I' m a B. Boy! | |
| I watched Snoop do it, he let that blue flag hang | |
| So watch Scoob do it, I' mma let the brown rag swang | |
| Middle deuce to it, boy that' s just a five six thang | |
| Now SOO WOO! WOO! That' s how we rep this gang | |
| I ain' t new to it, vill I got that bang in my veins | |
| And I' m true to it, all I know is bangin' and ' caine | |
| So get used to it, validation now I' m with Strange | |
| OG villain off the block representer of them flames | |
| I pledge allegiance to the flag, my united hoods of | |
| I' m certified, around the top banging was so influencing | |
| I made it with my heart, a vendetta, in hopes of unity | |
| And left out a with family, a forty cal and a newer me | |
| Deuce click represent, red rag regiment | |
| Red rope replicates, whips runt recreate | |
| Rest won' t recommend, refs don' t let you win | |
| Red Rider Warriors we reppin' to find the testament we | |
| 5" 10', 235, hell of a left hook | |
| think the feds came and got me when they got West Crook | |
| A vent look, pull up stuntin' and get your vet took | |
| Or we could stand mano a mano and get your best whooped | |
| Knuckle up knucklehead, been with this knuckle game | |
| Still ' with Scoob, Kutt and Kali, baby ain' t nothin change STRANGE! | |
| A drive for no paper work, organize driveby' s and your neighbor hurt | |
| Send a couple down and hey you and your neighbor murked | |
| Show you I ain' t playin' around and knock your neighbor first | |
| It' s Skatterman, mortar just took virgins son | |
| Who you think Tech gonna call to make sure that the dirt get done | |
| Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings | |
| My . 45 is a , and I think she havin' mood swings mood swings? | |
| You think them boys got guns watch what your dude bring | |
| Fully auto AR15, wipe out the Blue Team! | |
| Beats bangin' better bring it big or bounce | |
| ' Bout to blastin' in blood I' m back in this black brick | |
| Boss ball I' ve been breakin' bread ' n baguettes brie | |
| And beautiful biancas, videos, and Vegas with big B | |
| Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin' it | |
| Best in this barrio bane and bazaar we more bills in this | |
| Bankin' his babies be blingin' and his boo be that big booty! | |
| Big bust! Be in his benzo bronze and get big bucks! | |
| I' m a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas | |
| Bonefied, billy bad ass with a brown bandana | |
| Been gone on Bacardi ' bou lou but I' m bout to be bigger bent | |
| Better break if you bustin' before I' m blown and belligerent | |
| Six deuce brims big in it, I' m bloated than Blimpy | |
| Broades be blowin me in the back of the black Bentley | |
| Never been about no babblin not bringing no bootsy | |
| But I' ve been in the bay with big bond like shaboobalaboopy! | |
| Yo it' s the OG Bumpy Knucks, Knucks I rolls with them B. Boys | |
| B' walkin' round strapped upup | |
| You can talk that killer if you want my | |
| Guarantee that you' ll get clapped upup | |
| See I' m the beast, your the , I' m better battling baby | |
| Me and the blood Tech Nina saddled upup | |
| And for the record , check mine and you will find | |
| That I legendary status upup | |
| Come on, to be like bump ya gotta be a big ball breaker Pow! | |
| Crack a whole rack I' m like a jaw breaker Crack! | |
| Knock you out and and hit them pockets like a cold hand | |
| I' ll bust your ' and I' m an old man | |
| They said my music was Strange until I made | |
| Me sum change and now they ridin' my nutsnuts | |
| Tech N9ne' s out the window, you see them | |
| KC Killers ridin' by y' all better duckduck! | |
| Come on! |