Da Bumble lyrics

Artist  : E-40 
Song : Da Bumble



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I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me
Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
Some of you hoe fake as* 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`
f**k the bumble, you bit*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
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 motherf**ker ain`t gotta be Flash Gordon 
always runnin up the backstreets in a batch
That having a hoe protect the sh*t 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**k the bumble, you bit*hes it ain`t no punk hoe
You clits it ain`t no punk hoe
(Outro chit chat)