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E-40 lyrics : "Da Bumble"

I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me
Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
Some of you hoe fake $$# ^!$$%s 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'

$#&@ the bumble, New Clik %#@! 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 ^!$$%z hate me, some ^!$$%z love me
Some ^!$$%z shake my paw, some ^!$$%z mug
I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin

Y'all bootches with me, why you sleepin?
A mother$#&@er ain't gotta be Flash Gordon
always runnin up the backstreets in a batch

That having a hoe protect the %#@! 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!
$#&@ the bumble, you (*##$es it ain't no punk hoe
You !@$%s it ain't no punk hoe


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