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hub city stompers – bumbl-b lyrics

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[verse]

hot seat, walking down mott street
man i never seen a mamasana with sister’s body
hottie, 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 chinese chatter
i wanna take my tiger prawn and dip it in her batter

watch-ee, yellow tail hamachi
lookin’ like a kristi yamaguchi with a j-lo body
hottie, she ain’t sippin’ latte
brother, no, she’s drinking 40 ounces in the alley with me

a terracotta warrior a-huntin’ for the dragon
she hypnotize a brother 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’

[chorus]

b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
now i know where the fried rice go
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
making spring roll of my wun hung lo
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
now i know where the wontons go
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
making spring roll of my one hung low

b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
now i know where the dim sum go
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
making spring roll of my wun hung lo
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
now i know where the lo mein go
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
making spring roll of my one hung low

[bridge]

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 number 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!”

[chorus]

b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
now i know where the wontons go
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
making spring roll of my one hung low
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
now i know where the dim sum go
b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b, b-mbl-b bo!
making spring roll of my wun hung lo