Da Bumble
E-40"Da Bumble" is a song by E-40, released in 1995 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:56 long and contains 61 lines and 431 words.
Lyrics
0:02"Da Bumble" - E-40
0:22I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me
0:24Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
0:27Some of you hoe fake ass niggas like Roz, be messy
0:29I know some beautiful black intelligent women, they're sexy
0:32E-40's back and blackened
0:35I don't be barkin, nor even high cappin
0:38You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
0:40Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
0:43Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian
0:46Special shout to Casual Del the Souls and opium
0:48About the town, the Valley-Joe
0:51Just like a democratic, I'm for' the po'
0:54Fuck the bumble, New Clik Shit ain't no punk hoe
0:57Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla
0:58tryin to get up out of a trunk hoe
1:00Continue strikin it, hope you likin it
1:02Filthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' it
1:05Every egg that I pull in bulges
1:07When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious
1:10Management in cabbages, Savage
1:13Hangin out when all the sudden I'm eatin ham sandwiches
1:16All day, everyday, 40 play, he say
1:19She say, bieetch! that-a-way
1:21Keep it goin though - don't stop
1:23Shakin baking soda, forms a rock
1:2636 steps on a triple beam scale
1:29Burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo
1:32Rip a peel, extra crisp, really really
1:36Ate it like I'm a specialist
1:37(Drisidrisomina?) is the illest zaggin
1:39Thinkin I put cause like this
1:41You know I'm (puzackin'?)
1:42M the mornin, cookin bacon
1:45From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
1:48Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls
1:51I rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
1:53Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me
1:56Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mug
1:59I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin
2:01Y'all bootches with me, why you sleepin?
2:04A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon
2:05always runnin up the backstreets in a batch
2:07That having a hoe protect the shit won't work
2:08that batch just wants your scrizzach
2:09Lettin em know, preferred zodiac sign Scorpio
2:12See the breeze soldier, V-A-L-L-E-J-O
2:15Never show witness to your
2:17Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
2:20I'm tryin to get legal with it
2:22Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
2:25Cash in stashes, that's a must
2:28We leavin with a million and that's a plus
2:31Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
2:33Might be in Switzerland, or Hawaii
2:371-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
2:42Crack black jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno
2:47Ball cappin, no smilin
2:50Sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!
2:53Fuck the bumble, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
2:56You clits it ain't no punk hoe
"Da Bumble" - E-40 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 blackened 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, New Clik Shit 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 Filthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' 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 though - 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'?) 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 legal with it 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
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