Song Lyrics

B. Boys and B. Girls stand up
Down south, midwest, east coast, west coast
Globally, everywhere, yeah!
Tech N9ne now! Let's go!

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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 SWHOOP! WHOOP! 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

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5"10', 235, hell of a left hook
Niggas 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 Mono Emono and get your best whooped
Knuckle up knucklehead, nigga been with this knuckle game
Still fuckin' the street with 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' f*ck around and knock your neighbor first
It's Skatterman, pussy 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 bitch, 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!

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Beats bangin' better bring it big or bounce bitch
'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 shit if you want my niggas
Guarantee that you'll get clapped up-up
See I'm the beast, your the bitch, I'm better battling baby
Me and the blood Tech Nina saddled up-up
And for the record nigga, check mine and you will find
That I shit legendary status niggas up-up
Come on, to be like bump ya gotta be a big ball breaker (Pow!)
Crack a nigga 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 motherfuckin' shit 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 niggas better duck-duck!
Come on!

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Aaron Yates

The duration of B. Boy is 5:29 minutes and seconds.