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Ya it's like the ultimate party favor baby ya 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 till the cops come

Half a bottle of 151
Off of the jug one cup of and Malibu rum
Baby that's what's up
Then you fill the rest of the jug
With pineapple juice, and it's cracking
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 kay
Ou-la
Terrible day
You pay the liquor store teller with no hair-or tupay
Tu shay.
Get the party jumping
Keep the hotties humping
I like them thick and juicy
So don't palatte nothing
Drinking to much lou
You might be karate punching
Or at the back of the club
attending the naughty lunchin
Satin,
Kool-aid get you hella 151
November dog
So run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we dumb Diddy dum
Bum biddy bum
Here Kansas city come so give me some...

[x2]
151 rum
Pineapple juice, and and Malibu, caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, outta her shell and raise hell
we gona party till 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 o sizzle,
One to your maybro
Unto your day go
Why I'm the one to drink it
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 nudey
Yes I even do el 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 19-95 baby.

[x3]
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

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 zainy
Cause I'd say baby
I'm trying to make you my main gamey?
For the rest of the night
Girl you sexy and tight
Come to mi casa and see these shock reflects and your right
Groupies at 12 o' clock
Man I'm prowl I'll go
Ya I'll recruit 'em
But ain't betten on crap and thats all I know
Yeap in my white tee and Nike's
You might sight me slightly heifin
Might see dry heave
Die we shall not need i-v's
Beside me Siamese
(tech, huh, you not making any sense)
I might make her wanna swa-wing a Prada
But once I get up on 'em I can do my thing I gotta
Hey batta batta batta batta swa-ing a batta
He cannot he cannot he cannot swa-wing a batta

[x2]
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
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

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
Because I drink it
And they ain't payin' me for it
At least not yet
Ya it's like the ultimate party favor baby ya 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 till the cops come    Half a bottle of 151  Off of the jug one cup of and Malibu rum  Baby that's what's up  Then you fill the rest of the jug  With pineapple juice, and it's cracking  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 kay  Ou-la  Terrible day  You pay the liquor store teller with no hair-or tupay  Tu shay.  Get the party jumping  Keep the hotties humping  I like them thick and juicy  So don't palatte nothing  Drinking to much lou  You might be karate punching  Or at the back of the club  attending the naughty lunchin  Satin,  Kool-aid get you hella 151  November dog  So run kitty run  We gon' drink it until we dumb Diddy dum  Bum biddy bum  Here Kansas city come so give me some...    [x2]  151 rum  Pineapple juice, and and Malibu, caribou get them all numb  Make baby girl come, outta her shell and raise hell  we gona party till 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 o sizzle,  One to your maybro  Unto your day go  Why I'm the one to drink it  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 nudey  Yes I even do el 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 19-95 baby.    [x3]  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    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 zainy  Cause I'd say baby  I'm trying to make you my main gamey?  For the rest of the night  Girl you sexy and tight  Come to mi casa and see these shock reflects and your right  Groupies at 12 o' clock  Man I'm prowl I'll go  Ya I'll recruit 'em  But ain't betten on crap and thats all I know  Yeap in my white tee and Nike's  You might sight me slightly heifin  Might see dry heave  Die we shall not need i-v's  Beside me Siamese  (tech, huh, you not making any sense)  I might make her wanna swa-wing a Prada  But once I get up on 'em I can do my thing I gotta  Hey batta batta batta batta swa-ing a batta  He cannot he cannot he cannot swa-wing a batta    [x2]  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  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    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  Because I drink it  And they ain't payin' me for it  At least not yet