ฟังเพลงDa Bumble

"Da Bumble" - E-40

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, nor even high cappin

You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin

Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven

Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian

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 Clik Shit 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

Filthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' 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 though - 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'?)

M the mornin, cookin bacon

From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron

Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls

I rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs

Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me

Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mug

I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin

Y'all bootches with me, why you sleepin?

A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon

always runnin up the backstreets in a batch

That having a hoe 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 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 leavin with a million and that's a plus

Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me

Might be in Switzerland, 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