Karaoké Caribou Lou Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko

Yeah it's like the ultimate party favor baby, ya know

Yeah

Two cups will get her hot and out of her clothes, ya know

Caribou Lou, it's like

Yeah

Come on

Drink it, babe

Like this

Half a bottle of one fifty-one 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 it's crackin'

The only defect is waking up like what happened

I like red light parties and fed right bodies who like

Bread like Dolly and head right totties at night

Aribou Cay oulay

Terrible day you pay the liquor store teller with no hair or toupee, touché

Get the party jumping keep the hotties humpin'

I like 'em thick and juicy so don't Pilate nothin'

Drinkin' too much Lou you might be karate puchin' or at the back of the club attending the naughty luncheon

Satin, coolaid gives you hella one fifty-one

November dog, so run kitty run

We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum

Here Kansas City come so give me some

One fifty-one 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

One fifty-one 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

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 O nickel

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

Once you become a member of my drinking club you will find Tech N9ne

Trying to tell her truly get nudey yes

I even do L-words in their fruity bizutti

Like to drink it and yell slurs at the movies

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 treat Caribizzle like our lady

Originated in Kansas

City, Missouri since nineteen ninety-five, baby

One fifty-one 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

One fifty-one 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

Tar bender I need a drother nink

Release Caribou Lou in a party it's utter kink

Insane manie, keep 'em coming then I'll remain zany

'Cos Sadatay baby I'm trying to make you my main damey

For the rest of the night girl your sexy, your tight

Come to me casa and see the chakra flexin' you right

Groupies at twelve o'clock man, I'll crawl, I'll go

Yeah I'll recruit 'em but I better not crap that's all I know

Yep in my white T and Nikes you might sight me slightly hyph and might see dry heaves

Die we shall not need I.V.'s beside me Siamese

Huh

I might make her wanna swing her Prada

But once I get up on the mic and do my thing I got her

Hey, batter batter batter batter sah-wing-a, batter

He can hit, he can hit he can hit, sah-wing-abatter

One fifty-one 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

One fifty-one 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

One fifty-one 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

One fifty-one 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

Yeah da da da da da da da

Yeah, yeah oh

Yeah da da da da da da da

Calico, yeah oh

He goes one fifty-one

Malibu Rum, Pineapple juice

Baby, we're having some fun

Yeah

I'd like to give a big shootout to Caribou Lou 'cos I drink it but he ain't paying me for

Not yet, huh uh