Da Bumble Lyrics by 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 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

    (Outro chit chat)

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