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Da Bumble Lyrics

Artist: E-40
Album: In A Major Way

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
No even high cappin you better watch me
I'm comin snippin ninety five ninety six ninety seven
Bet your persodian 30 R 6 castodian
Special shot to casual deal the sales in opium
About the town, the valley Joe
Just like a democratic, I'm from the hall
Fuck the bumble, you bitch 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'l 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 now
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'?), n the morning, makin bacon
From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls
I rip my draw-string, runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me
Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz love me
I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin
Your roaches with me, while you're sleepin
A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon on
the front of a bash to get a bash have you one more
protect the shit one more duct dash to come up your ???
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 leavein with a million and that's a plus
Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
My BM's whistlin, 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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