Da Bumble

Lyrics

I 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'?)
 M 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, don't try to find me
 Might be in Switzerland, 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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Duration
04:11
Key
8
Tempo
89 BPM

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