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Tech N9ne - Caribou Lou | OFFICIAL AUDIO
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
Samuel Watson
Samuel Watson
Vocals
Lecoya LeJeune
Lecoya LeJeune
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Songwriter
Rune Rask
Rune Rask
Songwriter
Samuel Watson
Samuel Watson
Songwriter
Troels Nielsen
Troels Nielsen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Rebeck
Robert Rebeck
Mixing Engineer
Rune Rask
Rune Rask
Producer
Troo.L.S.
Troo.L.S.
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's like the ultimate party flavor, baby, you know?
Yeah, two cups'll get her hot and out of her clothes, you know?
Caribou Lou
It's like
[Verse 2]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come
[Verse 3]
Half a bottle of 151 off in a jug
One cup of Malibu rum, baby, that's what's up
Then you fill the rest of the jug with pineapple juice and it's crackin'
The only defect is waking up like, what happened?
[Verse 4]
I like red light parties and fed right bodies
Who like bread like dolly and head right toddies at night
Aribou-cay, ooh-lay, terrible day
You paid the liquor store teller with no hair, a toupee, touché
[Verse 5]
Get the party jumping, keep the hotties humpin'
I like 'em thick and juicy, so don't pilate nothin'
Drinking too much Lou, you might be karate punchin'
Or at the back of the club, attending the naughty luncheon
[Verse 6]
Satin, Kool-Aid gives you hella 151
November, dog, so run, kitty, run
We gon' drink it until we dumb-diddy-dumb, bum-biddy-bum
Here Kansas City come, so give me some
[Verse 7]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party till the cops come
[Verse 8]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come
[Verse 9]
I see double, I see triple
Might be trouble, might see pistols
We ain't tryna hear you haters sucking on sickles
We living it up in two-double-oh-sizzle
[Verse 10]
Wonder, you may, bro, until your day go
Why I'm the one to drink you under the table
And all the ladies I will do in time
Want you to become a member of my drinking club
You will find (Tech N9ne)
[Verse 11]
Trying to tell her, truly, get nudie
Yes, I even do L-words in they fruity bazootie
Like to drink it and yell slurs at the movie
If I'm heated, I'm off to get a Caribou Lou to cool me
[Verse 12]
Created by Tech-Nizzle and T-Wizzle, one high day, we
Mixed it up and then I say, we treat Caribizzle like our lady
Originated in Kansas City, Missouri
Since 1995, baby
[Verse 13]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come
[Verse 14]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party till the cops come
[Verse 15]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come
[Verse 16]
Tarbender, I need a drother nink
Release Caribou Lou, and the party is utter kink
Insane mainy, keep 'em coming, then I'll remain zany
'Cause sa da tay, baby, I'm tryna make you my main dame-y
[Verse 17]
For the rest of the night, girl, you're sexy, you're tight
Come to we casa and see these shock reflects in your right
Groupies at 12 o'clock, man, I'll crawl, I'll go
(Yeah, I'll recruit 'em) But I'm betting I crap, that's all I know
[Verse 18]
Yup, in my white tee and Nikes
You might sight me slightly hyphen, might see dry heave
Die, we shall not need IVs, beside me, Siamese
(Tech) Huh? (You're not making any sense)
[Verse 19]
I might make her wanna sa-wing a Prada
But once I get up on the mic and do my thing, I gotta (Tech)
Hey, batta batta batta batta, sa-wing, a batta
He can hit, he can hit, he can hit, sa-wing a batta
[Verse 20]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party till the cops come
[Verse 21]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come
[Verse 22]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party till the cops come
[Verse 23]
151 Rum, pineapple juice, and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come
[Verse 24]
It goes 151
Malibu rum
Pineapple juice
Baby, we having some fun, yeah
[Verse 25]
I'd like to give a big shout-out to Caribou Lou
'Cause I drink it
But they ain't paying me for it
Not yet
Written by: Melvin Lewis Calhoun, Rune Rask, Samuel William Christopher Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
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