| Song | Bumbell |
| Artist | Yukmouth |
| Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
| 作曲 : Dean, Ellis, Yates | |
| [tech n9ne] (yukmouth) | |
| Regime killas, ah | |
| What the deal | |
| (it's that lethal) | |
| What's poppin | |
| Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine twist bitch | |
| (uh, that regime shit) | |
| Regime shit, yeah | |
| (done deal, bumbell) | |
| New millenium rhymers nigga | |
| (what, tech a nina) | |
| The bumbell | |
| Where the fuck you at | |
| (up in this bitch) | |
| [yukmouth] (tech n9ne) | |
| Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regime's finest | |
| (regime) tech a nina | |
| And smoke a lot himself | |
| (smoke a lot, bumbell) | |
| Let's serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga | |
| (in your back bitch) | |
| Fuck that, i'm tired of not being of the bungalow shit | |
| This bumbell for you nigga | |
| [yukmouth] | |
| It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight rapid fire | |
| That override your ampliphiers and the woofers | |
| Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up | |
| Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal | |
| It'll probably have you killing people, for real | |
| Cops say it's illegal to have a yuk tape in your possesion | |
| Niggas keep going to jail for 11, 350's and 211's | |
| 187's, concealed weapons, all the above | |
| Tear the fuckin club up with my nigga what | |
| [tech n9ne] | |
| That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind | |
| All the time you will find i spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa | |
| I'm the purer from missour-a | |
| Quick when i rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace ventura | |
| By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride this like a rollercoaster | |
| Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas i'm the killa representin cosa nostra | |
| So bust like you're supposed to | |
| We guaranteed this gon sell cuz this shit's the bumbell nigga | |
| [chorus: (tech n9ne)] x 2 | |
| (ba bum) | |
| This shit is heated (ba bum) | |
| Your shit's deleted (ba bum) | |
| And when you need it (ba bum) | |
| We drunk and weeded | |
| As long as this rap shit sells | |
| Us niggas with figures we keep releasin the bumbell | |
| [yukmouth] | |
| Bitch i can make ya ?ven? (ba bum) | |
| Make ya ?land? (ba bum) | |
| Make the fans (ba bum) | |
| Gang related dance (ba bum) | |
| I can make the hood (ba bum) | |
| Make your ?kim wood? (ba bum) | |
| Make your stereo (ba bum) | |
| Make calico (ba bum) | |
| They dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunk | |
| Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funk | |
| Or get shit crunked | |
| When shit jumps, i'm the theme music | |
| Like thorazine, the fiends cling to it | |
| I didn't mean to do it | |
| The music made me do it, it made me loose it | |
| Got my mind playin tricks | |
| Now my nine can't stop sprayin shit | |
| Until the nigga lay in a ditch | |
| And when i played this shit it blew my speakers out | |
| Looked out the window i saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the | |
| Middle of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out | |
| It got me geeked out, hustlin makin scrilla | |
| After every word i got to say nigga | |
| Like what's up nigga? | |
| Let's smoke this blunt nigga | |
| Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up nigga | |
| You bumpin yuk nigga? | |
| Oh that's the bumbell | |
| [chorus] x 2 | |
| [tech n9ne] | |
| We're now listening to the sounds of tech n9ne | |
| I don't need no medication, i just packs my crispy flows | |
| Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy hoes | |
| That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related | |
| Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated | |
| Rap a lot summoned me, i told em that i had a gun in me | |
| Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me | |
| Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily | |
| Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me | |
| They say tech when i rap you wouldn't be alive | |
| Fuck that, i got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live | |
| We bringin heat to the game, deep when we came | |
| Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the flame | |
| Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) i'm a flaunt it | |
| That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin i'm hunted, the bumbell | |
| [chorus] x 2 | |
| [tech n9ne] (yukmouth) | |
| Yeah (live and direct) | |
| Kc meets oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture | |
| (bumbell) bumbell (what) | |
| Tech n9ne (regime shit) | |
| Ish, uck, nigga | |
| What you wanna do | |
| Regime crew | |
| Like that nigga | |
| Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your back | |
| For the one nine nine twist | |
| You know what i'm sizzlin? | |
| You know what i'm sizzlin? | |
| You know what i'm sizzlin? | |
| Regime killas! | |
| (thugged out, yukmouth) |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Ellis, Yates | |
| tech n9ne yukmouth | |
| Regime killas, ah | |
| What the deal | |
| it' s that lethal | |
| What' s poppin | |
| Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine twist bitch | |
| uh, that regime shit | |
| Regime shit, yeah | |
| done deal, bumbell | |
| New millenium rhymers nigga | |
| what, tech a nina | |
| The bumbell | |
| Where the fuck you at | |
| up in this bitch | |
| yukmouth tech n9ne | |
| Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regime' s finest | |
| regime tech a nina | |
| And smoke a lot himself | |
| smoke a lot, bumbell | |
| Let' s serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga | |
| in your back bitch | |
| Fuck that, i' m tired of not being of the bungalow shit | |
| This bumbell for you nigga | |
| yukmouth | |
| It' s bumbell bumbell, that' s straight rapid fire | |
| That override your ampliphiers and the woofers | |
| Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up | |
| Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it' s that lethal | |
| It' ll probably have you killing people, for real | |
| Cops say it' s illegal to have a yuk tape in your possesion | |
| Niggas keep going to jail for 11, 350' s and 211' s | |
| 187' s, concealed weapons, all the above | |
| Tear the fuckin club up with my nigga what | |
| tech n9ne | |
| That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind | |
| All the time you will find i spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa | |
| I' m the purer from missoura | |
| Quick when i rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace ventura | |
| By the power of my dead niggas i' ma ride this like a rollercoaster | |
| Ain' t nobody fuckin with my niggas i' m the killa representin cosa nostra | |
| So bust like you' re supposed to | |
| We guaranteed this gon sell cuz this shit' s the bumbell nigga | |
| chorus: tech n9ne x 2 | |
| ba bum | |
| This shit is heated ba bum | |
| Your shit' s deleted ba bum | |
| And when you need it ba bum | |
| We drunk and weeded | |
| As long as this rap shit sells | |
| Us niggas with figures we keep releasin the bumbell | |
| yukmouth | |
| Bitch i can make ya ? ven? ba bum | |
| Make ya ? land? ba bum | |
| Make the fans ba bum | |
| Gang related dance ba bum | |
| I can make the hood ba bum | |
| Make your ? kim wood? ba bum | |
| Make your stereo ba bum | |
| Make calico ba bum | |
| They dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunk | |
| Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funk | |
| Or get shit crunked | |
| When shit jumps, i' m the theme music | |
| Like thorazine, the fiends cling to it | |
| I didn' t mean to do it | |
| The music made me do it, it made me loose it | |
| Got my mind playin tricks | |
| Now my nine can' t stop sprayin shit | |
| Until the nigga lay in a ditch | |
| And when i played this shit it blew my speakers out | |
| Looked out the window i saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the | |
| Middle of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out | |
| It got me geeked out, hustlin makin scrilla | |
| After every word i got to say nigga | |
| Like what' s up nigga? | |
| Let' s smoke this blunt nigga | |
| Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up nigga | |
| You bumpin yuk nigga? | |
| Oh that' s the bumbell | |
| chorus x 2 | |
| tech n9ne | |
| We' re now listening to the sounds of tech n9ne | |
| I don' t need no medication, i just packs my crispy flows | |
| Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y' all filthy hoes | |
| That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related | |
| Hater' s gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated | |
| Rap a lot summoned me, i told em that i had a gun in me | |
| Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me | |
| Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily | |
| Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don' t faze me | |
| They say tech when i rap you wouldn' t be alive | |
| Fuck that, i got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell' s live | |
| We bringin heat to the game, deep when we came | |
| Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the flame | |
| Got that ish if you want it, gives a uff i' m a flaunt it | |
| That haaaa got niggas thinkin i' m hunted, the bumbell | |
| chorus x 2 | |
| tech n9ne yukmouth | |
| Yeah live and direct | |
| Kc meets oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture | |
| bumbell bumbell what | |
| Tech n9ne regime shit | |
| Ish, uck, nigga | |
| What you wanna do | |
| Regime crew | |
| Like that nigga | |
| Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your back | |
| For the one nine nine twist | |
| You know what i' m sizzlin? | |
| You know what i' m sizzlin? | |
| You know what i' m sizzlin? | |
| Regime killas! | |
| thugged out, yukmouth |