Da Bumble

Testing testing 1-2
Drop it
Eh, yeah
Play that like that
Eh, mob with that shit
Eh, bring that bass up a little bit
Yeah, like that
Now check game finna spit something

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 bra's be messy
I know some beautiful black intelligent women that sexy
E-40's backin actin blackin
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 pestodian 30 rock 6 custodian
Special shout to Casual Del the Souls and opium
About the town the Valley-Joe
Just like a democratic I'm for the po'
Bump tha bumble, new Click shit ain't no punk hoe
Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla
Tryin to get up out the trunk hoe
Continue strikin it hope you likin it
They'll be makin nasties at the bus stop hitchhiking it
Every rig that I pull is bogus
When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious
Management in cabbages, savages
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 zips on a triple beam scale
Burn the duct tape but keep all the ye-yo
Whip appeal extra crisp really real
Ate it like I'm a specialist
Drisidrisomina is the illest zaggin
Thinkin I put cause like this
Cause you know I'm pizackin
In the mornin cookin bacon
In the ghetto with the bullet-proof apron
Here comes the laws valium crushin through my balls
I'm in 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 me
I see ya tweakin, I see ya geekin
Y'all bootches with me, why you sleepin
A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon
Always runnin around a batch to get 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 weakness to your enemy
Never leave your crib without yo pepper beeotch
I'm tryin to get nigga rich
Open up shop cotton candy and licorice
Cash in stashes, that's a must
We make another million and that's a plus
Don't get it twisted man don't try to find me
Might be in Switzerland or Hawaii
1 way 2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
Craps, black jack, and keno strike sideways hit Reno
Ball cap tight no smilin
Sittin lo somethin profilin beeitch
Bump the bumble, new Click shit ain't no punk hoe
New Click shit ain't no punk hoe

Eh, got my muthafuckin cousin off in this bitch
T-van know what I'm saying genuine G (genuine G)
My muthfuckin nigga, almost high hahaha
What's happening nigga you over there swervin boy
Know what I'm saying we're doing this shit for the Nine muthafuckin Four-Five Cali
You understand it, Fedexin this bitch
Mike muthafuckin Mosley
Sam Bostic
Mmmmmmm
Crazy muthafucka
What's happenin squirt hahahaha
I'm off this swamp water shits man
I'm off this swamp water shits man
You know what I'm sayin
Easy back it up, easy back it up
Easy back it up, bring it back come rewind
Mmmm
My nigga Hollywood
What's up fool
I'm up in here swervin
E40's in this bitch
Beeitch!



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Mosley, Earl T. Stevens, Samuel Ramone Bostic
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