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Bonita Applebum Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest

<div>Chorus: 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: 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 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 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 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 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 Rickety said we got to show and prove Do it to the music, that’s the raw butt groove Intimidate the boy Cupid, that’s his name. pickin all the suckas It’s the flippin game, but tip don’t fall for that Instead, I’ll get the natives and we rush to the latest lambskin store Get a six pack of hats for... Chorus