| Song | Da Bumble |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow |
| 作词 : Bostic, Mosley, Stevens | |
| 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' | |
| **** 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 mother****er 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! | |
| **** the bumble, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe | |
| You clits it ain't no punk hoe |
| zuò cí : Bostic, Mosley, Stevens | |
| 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 | |
| E40' s back and actin' black and | |
| I don' t be barkin', nor even high cappin' | |
| You better watch me, | |
| I' m comin' smebbin' | |
| Ninetyfive, ninetysix, ninetyseven | |
| Bet your persodian, 30 | |
| R6castodian | |
| Special shout to | |
| Casual Del the | |
| Souls and opium | |
| About the town, the | |
| ValleyJoe | |
| Just like a democratic, | |
| I' m for' the po' | |
| 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! | |
| Thataway | |
| 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 yayo | |
| 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 bulletproof apron | |
| Here comes the laws, valium crushin' through my balls | |
| I rip my drawers runnin' from the canine cocainesniffing 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 mother er 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! | |
| the bumble, you bitches it ain' t no punk hoe | |
| You clits it ain' t no punk hoe |