E-40 – Da Bumble Lyrics

Produced By: Mike Mosley & Sam Bostic
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I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me
Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
Some of you ho cake ass niggas like broads be messy
I know some beautiful black intelligent women, they're sexy
E-40's back and actin' black and
I don't be barkin, nor even high cappin
You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
Fade your pistolian, 30-ought-6 custodian
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 Click Shit ain't no punk ho
Pedestrians stumble, sound like a gorilla
Tryin to get up out the trunk ho

Continue strikin it, hope you likin it
Filthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' it
Every lick that I put in's bogus
When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious

Mannished with it, cabbages, savages
Hangin out the window all of a sudden with 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 zips on a triple beam scale
Burn the duct tape but keep all the
ya-yo
Whip appeal, overkill, extras
Really real, apron specialist

(Drisidrisomina?) is the illest zaggin
59 clip kizzartridge you know I'm pizzackin'
In the mornin, cookin bacon
In the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron

Here comes the laws, batter ram crushin through my walls
Im in my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
Some niggas hate me, some niggas love me
Some niggas shake my paw, some niggas mug me
I see ya tweakin, I see ya geekin
Your bootch is with me while you sleepin
A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon
Always runnin up the backstreets in a batch
That having a ho 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 weakness to your enemy
Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
I'm tryin to get nigger rich
Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
Cash in stashes, that's a must
We made another million and that's a plus
Don't get it twisted man, don't try to find me
Might be in Switzerland, or Hawaii

1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
Craps black jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno
Ball cap tight, no smilin
Sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!

Fuck the bumble, New Click shit ain't no punk ho
New Click shit ain't no punk ho

(Outro chit chat)

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