E-40

E-40 - Da Bumble lyrics

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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