E-40 Lyrics

Album: In A Major Way

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 

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)