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Caribou Lou Lyrics

from Everready: The Religion

"Caribou Lou" is track #9 on the album Everready: The Religion. It was written by Rask, Rune / Nielsen, Troels / Yates, Arron /.
"Caribou Lou" is track #9 on the album Everready: The Religion. It was written by Rask, Rune / Nielsen, Troels / Yates, Arron /.

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Yeah, it's like the ultimate party favor baby you know
Two cups will get her hot and out of her clothes you know
Caribou Lou

It's like 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 'til the cops come

Half a bottle of 151, off in a jug one cup of Malibu rum
Baby, that's whassup? Then you fill the rest of the jug
With pineapple juice and its cracking

The only defect is waking up like, "What happened?"
I like red light parties and fed right bodies
Who like, red like Dolly and head right totties at night
Aribou kay, ou-la, terrible day

You paid the liquor store teller with no hair-a to braid
Touch, get the party jumping, keep the hotties humping
I like them thick and juicy, so don't Pilate nothing
Drinking to much Lou, you, you might be karate punching

Or at the back of the club, attending the naughty luncheon
Satin, Kool-Aid gives you hella 151, November dog
So run kitty run, we gon' drink it until we done
Diddy, dum, bum biddy bum
Here Kansas City, come so give me some

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

I see double, I see triple, might be trouble, might see pistols
We ain't trying to hear you hata's sucking on sickles
We living it up in two double oh sizzle
One to your maybro, unto your day go

Why I'm the one to drink you under the table?
And all the ladies that were doing time
Want you to become a member of my drinking club
You will find
(Tech N9ne)

Trying to tell her truly get nudie, yes, I even do L words
In the fruity bazoodi, 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
(Created)
By Tech nizzle and T-wizzle

One high day we mixed it up
And then I say we drink Caribou-bizzle like I ladie
Originated in Kansas City, Missouri since 1995 baby

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

Tar bender, 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 I'da say baby, I'm trying to make you my main damey

For the rest of the night, girl, you sexy and tight
Come to me Casa and see these shock reflects and your right
Groupies at 12 o' clock, man, I'm prawl I'll go
(Ya, I'll recruit 'em)
But ain't betten on crap and that's all I know

Yeap, in my white tee and Nikes
You might sight me slightly heifing
Might see dry heave, die we shall not need IV's
Beside me Siamese
(Tech, huh, you not making any sense)

I might make her wanna swawing a prada
But once I get up on 'em I can do my thing I gotta
(Tech)
Hey, batta, batta, batta, batta, swaing a batta
He can hit, he can hit, he can hit swawing a batta

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

It goes 151, Malibu rum, pineapple juice
Baby, we having some fun, yeah
I'd like to give a big shout out to Caribou Lou
'Cause I'm drinking it and they ain't paying me for it
(Not yet, hah)

Songwriters
RASK, RUNE / NIELSEN, TROELS / YATES, ARRON /

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