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 **** like Roz, be messy

I know some beautiful, black, intelligent women, they're sexy

E-40's back and blackened

I don't be barking, nor even high capping

You better watch me

I'm coming smebbing

Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven

Bet your perstodian

Thirty R six custodian

Special shout to Casual Del the Souls and opium

About the town

The valley Joe

Just like a democratic, I'm for the poor

Fuck the bumble

New clique shit ain't no punk ho

Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla

Trying to get up out the trunk, ho

Continue striking it

Hope you liking it

Filthy McNasties at the bus stop, hitchhiking it

Every egg that I pull in bulges

When it comes to spitting, I'm ferocious

Management in cabbages, savages

Hanging out, when all of a sudden I'm eating ham sandwiches

All day, everyday, 40 play, he say, she say, bitch, that a way

Keep it going though, don't stop

Shaking baking soda forms a rock

Thirty-six steps on a triple beam scale

Burn the duct tape but keep all the yayo

Rip a peel, extra crisp, really real

Ate it like I'm a specialist

Drisidrisomanist, the illest zagging

NoThinking I'm click 'cause watchers, you know I'm the sacking

In the morning, cooking bacon

From the ghetto with the bulletproof apron

Here comes the laws, valium crushing through my balls

I in my drawers running from the canine cocaine sniffing dogs

Some **** hate me, some **** love me

Some **** shake my paw, some **** mug me

I see you tweaking, I see you peeking

Your bootch is with me while your sleeping

A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon

Always running up the backstreets in a batch, kid

Have a ho protect the shit won't work

That bitch just want your scrizzach

Letting '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 your pepper, biatch

I'm trying to get legal

Open up shop, cotton candy and licorice

Cash in stashes, that's a must

We leaving 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 Hawaii

One, two, three, forty

Wheels, new shoes, scrapping toe to toe

Cracked black jack and keno

Strike sideways hit Reno

Ball cap high, no smiling

Sitting low, some profiling, bitch

Fuck the bumble, new clique shit it ain't no punk ho

New clique shit ain't no punk ho