Don’t Tweet This

[Intro]
Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to Tech N9ne's tour bus
Before you get on this bus there's a couple rules you need to follow:
Leave all your cell phones with me
There will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing
Whatever happens on this bus, stays on this bus

[Verse 1]
Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you cool and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll begin boozing and choosing women that we do and do again
Only if they hold us, the secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, where we eating we rock and rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin' she lost her mobile
And geekin' because we showed her, freakin' across the globe
In the weekend we off in Boulder, Colorado
All my soldiers got a bottle
And some hoes with a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble
Head bitches they model and let's kick it Colorado's
A red district full of brothels and med fixes
Yo, we gotta hide, just see, we get no privacy
Why, would she ride, with me, tweet, and straight lie to me?
I don't know (What?) who, she sleeps with
But, all I know is: Don't you tweet this

[Hook]
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)

[Verse 2]
Baby I would hate to, kick it and then erase ya
Cause you wanna go to one of those social networks
And go state the facts about my nature I gave to see you later
(Oooooh) this bitch is shakin' the table
Pissed at me cause you wished it be
Listed with a Twit Pic sick at me
When ya missed it you scripted me
When I gotta move invisibly
You violate it, you fly away it
Simple cause I am stealth
Then formulate it, we tried to made it
Keep it to your damn self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly bone
And I'll be pushing all yo buttons like movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my groovy home
Drinkin Bou-Lou we gone every weekend, all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it neat trick
If you and the beast mix, you don't see shit
And you will get the least bit of resistance
We pick who we see fit, but yo
(Don't Tweet This)

[Hook]
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, it is what it is, baby
No I don't want a lot of ears in my bizz lady
Crazy Daily, thizz at my crib, save me
Dippin' get me to drop some jizz on your lid maybe
We in Canada partying like some animals
Even my tour manager know that Tweetin' will vanish you
Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't amateur
Granted the lost camera was planted in tall canisters
Keys, you will receive, right when you leave
Please, grab all your needs, ya cannot leave, not a thing
Put away ya phone, Yahtzee!
And don't be flickin' like the fuckin' paparazzi
We livin' covert, Flava Flav know!
We let you see what we want to, and when we say so
(Monitor!) Her Tweetin' gossip is really out of her
That's why, I think I don't have that many followers!

[Hook]
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)

What the fuck you mean am i mad
Its 4 oclock in the fucking morning
And you seating here talking to me about tweeter
Tweeter men, fuck that's some bull shit America
Bitch

[Hook]
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)
Do what I told you, I told you, I told you
(Don't tweet this!)