Lyrical Breakdown of Caribou Lou - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Caribou Lou" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Caribou Lou" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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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)