bonita applebum hootie mix

A Tribe Called Quest

CPT

Chorus:

Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon
Bonita Applebum, go head with yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hon, hey hon
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 til there was no end,
but she kicked the diabolical and said we was friends.
Honey, you was funny, but I m tired of that.
It s three years later, I got a new rap.
Got a little older, a tidbit wiser,
I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher.
Speakin of high, I saw you smoke the 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 slammin like a hip hop song.
Bonita Applebum, gotta put me on.

Chorus: (with Ron Isley singing Oooh in the background)
In the words of the immortal Sweet Daddy

I ll never shed a tear, but then again I won t steer
you wrong, I ll steer you strong, for affection steer ya 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, so like on Buddy , I ll toast
to the ever-clever you, to say the least, you re the most.
Honey, you re my honey. A-yo dip, you re my dip.
Treasure and forever, velvet pleasure with Tip
as we glide and move, cushy like a pillow that s soft and smooth.
Ricky D 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 on us suckas
it s his flippin game, but Tip won t fall for that.
Instead, I ll get the Natives and we rush to the latest Lamstons store
get a six pack of hats for...
Chorus