Da Bumble – E-40 – letras

I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch meLexus of Concord, reached out and touched meSome of you hoe fake ass niggas like Roz, be messyI know some beautiful black intelligent women, they’re sexyE-40’s back and blackenedI don’t be barkin, nor even high cappinYou better watch me, I’m comin smebbinNinety-five, ninety-six, ninety-sevenBet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodianSpecial shout to Casual Del the Souls and opiumAbout the town, the Valley-JoeJust like a democratic, I’m for’ the po’Fuck the bumble, you bitch it ain’t no punk hoePedestrian stumble sound like a gorillatryin to get up out of a trunk hoeContinue strikin it, hope you likin itThey’ll be makin nasties at the bus stop and trackin itEvery egg that I pull in bulgesWhen it comes to spittin I’m ferociousManagement in cabbages, SavageHangin out when all the sudden I’m eatin ham sandwichesAll day, everyday, 40 play, he sayShe say, bieetch! that-a-wayKeep it goin though – don’t stopShakin baking soda, forms a rock36 steps on a triple beam scaleBurn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yoRip a peel, extra crisp, really reallyAte it like I’m a specialist(Drisidrisomina?) is the illest zagginThinkin I put cause like thisYou know I’m (puzackin’?)M the mornin, cookin baconFrom the ghetto in the bullet-proof apronHere comes the laws, valium crushin through my ballsI rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogsSome niggaz hate me, some niggaz love meSome niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mugI see ya tweakin, I see ya peekinY’all bootches with me, why you sleepin?A motherfucker ain’t gotta be Flash Gordonalways runnin up the backstreets in a batchThat having a hoe protect the shit won’t workthat batch just wants your scrizzachLettin em know, preferred zodiac sign ScorpioSee the breeze soldier, V-A-L-L-E-J-ONever show witness to yourNever leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!I’m tryin to get legal with itOpen up a shop cotton candy and licoriceCash in stashes, that’s a mustWe leavin with a million and that’s a plusDon’t get it twisted, don’t try to find meMight be in Switzerland, or Hawaii1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toeCrack black jack and keno, strike sideways hit RenoBall cappin, no smilinSittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!Fuck the bumble, you bitches it ain’t no punk hoeYou clits it ain’t no punk hoe