E-40 - Da Bumble lyrics

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E-40 - 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 a** n***as like roz, be messy I know some beautiful black intelligent women, they're s**y 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' f** the bumble, you b**h 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, 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 c**aine-sniffing dogs Some n***az hate me, some n***az love me Some n***az shake my paw, some n***az mug I see ya tweakin, i see ya peekin Y'all bootches with me, why you sleepin? A motherf**er ain't gotta be flash gordon Always runnin up the backstreets in a batch That having a hoe protect the sh** 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! f** the bumble, you b**hes it ain't no punk hoe You clits it ain't no punk hoe (outro chit chat)