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.

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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)