Artist: E-40 Album: Best (2007) Title: Da Bumble
Lyrics Da BumbleI flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me 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 actin' black and I don't be barkin', nor even high cappin' You better watch me, I'm comin' smebbin' Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian Special shout to Casual Del the Souls and opium About the town, the Valley-Joe Just like a democratic, I'm for' the po' 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'll 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, Savages 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 though don't stop Shakin' baking soda, forms a rock
36 zips 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' In the mornin, cookin' bacon From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
Here comes the laws, valium crushin' through my balls I rip my drawers runnin' from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mug I see ya tweakin', I see ya peekin', y'all bootches with me Why you sleepin'? A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon Always runnin' up the backstreets in a batch that having a hoe Protect The shit, won't work that batch just wants your scrizzach
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 nigga ritch Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice Cash in stashes, that's a must We leavin' with a million and that's a plus
Don't get it twisted, man, don't try to find me Might be in Switzerland, or Hawaii 1 2 3 40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe Crack blackjack 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 |