Da Bumble

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 actin' black and

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, 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'll 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,

SavagesHangin' 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 rock36 zips 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'

In 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

ScorpioSee the breeze soldier,

V A L L E

J ONever show witness to your

Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!

I'm tryin' to get nigga ritch

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, man, don't try to find me

Might be in

Switzerland, or

Hawaii1 2 3 40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe

Crack blackjack and

Keno, strike sideways hit

RenoBall 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