HUB CITY STOMPERS LYRICS

"Bumbl-B"

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.

Thanks to Borracho Recs for these lyrics

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