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Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita Applebum, go head with
yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
I
said Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita Applebum, go head with yourself
Bonita
Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita, nita, nita nita, nita
Come on
Q-Tip:
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Bonita Applebum, remember way back woo...
When you used to play your knickers and
your pigtail do
I used to be all on it like a fly
Back in the days, Bonita was a hit
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I flirted and I flirted till there was no end
But she kicked the diabolical and said we was
friends
Hunny, you was funny, but I'm tired of that
It's three years later, I got a new
rap
Got a little older, a taint bit wiser
I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher
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Speakin of higher, I saw you sunk a Hootie mack
Your ex-boyfriend claims he gets the booty
back
But I'm here to testify, it'll be a hard try
Slappin my knees, lettin out sighs
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Wanna keep you bangin like a hip hop song
Bonita Applebum, you gotta
put me on
Chorus: (with Ron Isley singing "Oooh" in the background)
In the words
of the immortal Swoop Daddy (uh!)
I never shed a tear, then again I won't steer
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You wrong, I steer you strong, for affections steer here
I'll take you to a place that's
farther than the you know
What do you know, if we go to El Segundo
Your presence should
be close, like on Buddy, I'll toast
To the ever-clever and to say the least, you're the
most
Hunny, you're my hunny. A-yo dip, you're my dip
Treasure and forever, feel the
pleasure with Tip
As we glide and move, cushion like a pillow that's soft and smooth
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Rickety said |
