E-40

E-40 - Da Bumble lyrics

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Lexus of Concord  reached out and touched me
 Some of you hoe fake ass niggas like Roz  be messy
 I know some beautiful black intelligent women  they're sexy
 E 40's back and blackened  I don't be barkin
 No even high cappin  you better watch me
 I'm comin snippin  ninety five  ninety six  ninety seven
 Bet your persodian  30 R 6 castodian
 Special shot to casual deal the sales in opium
 About the town, the valley Joe
 Just like a democratic, I'm from the hall
 Fuck the bumble, you bitch it ain't no punk hoe
 Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla tryin
 to get up out of a trunk hoe
 Continue strikin it, hope you likin it
 They'l be makin nasties at the bus stop and trackin it
 Every egg that I pull in bulges
 When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious
 Management in cabbages, Savage
 Hangin out when all the sudden I'm eatin ham sandwiches
 All day, everyday, 40 play, he say
 She say, bieetch! that-a-way, keep it goin now
 Don't stop, shakin baking soda, forms a rock
 36 steps on a triple beam scale
 Burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo
 Rip a peel, extra crisp, really really
 Ate it like I'm a specialist
 (Drisidrisomina?) is the illest zaggin
 Thinkin I put cause like this
 You know I'm (puzackin'?), n the morning, makin bacon
 From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
 Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls
 I rip my draw-string, runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
 Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me
 Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz love me
 I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin
 Your roaches with me, while you're sleepin
 A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon on
 the front of a bash to get a bash have you one more
 protect the shit one more duct dash to come up your ???
 Lettin em know, preferred zodiac sign Scorpio
 See the breeze soldier, V-A-L-L-E-J-O
 Never show witness to your
 Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
 I'm tryin to get legal with it
 Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
 Cash in stashes, that's a must
 We leavein with a million and that's a plus
 Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
 My BM's whistlin, or Hawaii
 1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
 Crack black jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno
 Ball cappin, no smilin
 Sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!
 Fuck the bumble, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
 You clits it ain't no punk hoe
 (Outro chit chat
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Author: Earl Stevens, Mike Mosley, Sam Bostic

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

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