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 lambskins store
get a six pack of hats for...
Chorus
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