Bumbl‐b (Lyrics)

Hot seat, walking down Mott Street, Man I never seen a mamasana with sistah's body. Hot-te, do she know karate? 'Cause you best believe I let that mama get a black belt from me. I love the way she giggles when she sees me looking at her. She turns around and sees me peeping out her pupu platter. Every time I hear her yapping in her Chinee chatter, I wanna take my tiger prawn and dip it in her batter. Watchee, yellow tail hamachi, Lookin' like a Kristi Yamaguchi with a J-Lo body. Hot-te, she ain't sippin' latte, Brothah, no, she's drinking 40 ounces in the alley with me. A terracotta warrior a-huntin' for the dragon. She hypnotize a bruthah when she gets that tail a-waggin'. A jewel of the orient I wish that I was taggin'. And if I ever get it, boy, you best believe I'm braggin'. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Now I know where the fried rice go. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Making spring roll of my wun hung lo. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Now I know where the wontons go. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Making spring roll of my one hung low. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Now I know where the dim sum go. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Making spring roll of my wun hung lo. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Now I know where the lo mein go. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Making spring roll of my one hung low. Creeping up the fire escape to get a peek. A crack in the curtains made my knees go weak. Would my pride be denied? I tried to hide. Then the window cracked open and she pulled me inside. She had a CJ London corset on. It looked nice, boy, she didn't have to force it on. Body like a nubian made me say "Wow". Her chow looked fun and her kung said POW. On each other like white on rice, Went through 2 pairs of handcuffs and 3 trays of ice. By dawn she was gone, my numma one lover, Sweat on the sheets, crumpled up covers. No note, no number, maybe I failed to impress her, Then I saw a little fortune cookie sitting on her dresser. Cracked it open, this is what it said: "Sin is treasure when it's pleasure... IN BED" Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Now I know where the wontons go. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Making spring roll of my one hung low. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Now I know where the dim sum go. Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo! Making spring roll of my wun hung lo.