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Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon |
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Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself |
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Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon |
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Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on |
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I said Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun |
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Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself |
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Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun |
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Bonita, nita, nita, nita, nita |
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Come on |
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Q-Tip: |
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Bonita Applebum, remember way back woo |
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When you used to play your knickers and your pigtail do |
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I used to be all on it like a fly |
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Back in the days, Bonita was a hit |
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I flirted and I flirted 'til there was no end |
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But she kicked the diabolical and said we was friends |
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Honey, you was funny, but I'm tired of that |
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It's three years later, I got a new rap |
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Got a little older, a tidbit wiser |
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I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher |
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Speakin' of high, I saw you smoke the hootie mack |
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Your ex-boyfriend claims he gets the booty back |
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But I'm here to testify, it'll be a hard try |
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slappin' my knees, lettin' out sighs |
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Wanna keep you slammin' like a hip hop song |
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Bonita Applebum, gotta put me on |
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Chorus: (with Ron Isley singing |
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"Oooh" in the background) |
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Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon |
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Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself |
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Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon |
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Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on |
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I said Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun |
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Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself |
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Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun |
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In the words of the immortal Sweet Daddy |
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I'll never shed a tear, but then again I won't steer |
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You wrong, I'll steer you strong, for affection steer ya here |
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I'll take you to a place that's farther than the you know |
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What do you know, if we go to El Segundo |
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Your presence should be close, so like on "Buddy", I'll toast |
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To the ever-clever you, to say the least, you're the most |
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Honey, you're my honey, A-yo dip, you're my dip |
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Treasure and forever, velvet pleasure with Tip |
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As we glide and move, cushy like a pillow that's soft and smooth. |
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Ricky D said we got to show and prove. |
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Do it to the music that's the raw butt groove. Intimidate the boy, |
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Cupid, that's his name. Pickin' on us suckas |
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it's his flippin game, but Tip won't fall for that. |
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Instead, I'll get the Natives and we rush |
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to the latest lambskins store get a six pack of hats for... |
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Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon |
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Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself |
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Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon |
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Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on |
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I said Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun |
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Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself |
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Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun |
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Bonita, Bonita, Bonita |
