Bubblin' Songtext
von CRU

What goes on? Well...
[Chorus: Yogi & (B-Real)
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I be that laid back lounger from the Lafayette Isle
Talking mad limp, bitch, that ain′t my style
Making mad chips and I shall proceed
And I gets biz and that's word to my seed (What seed?)
The seed to my H-Y-dro
And the big Y-O gon′ keep it fly though
And Yob don't sleep, niggas be yawning
Waking up French kissing, duct taped the next morning
See, it's time to pay dues, deliver the news
Like UMass, we refuse to lose
Rhymes and booze, the life we choose
Fight with the mic like Muslims and Jews
No shame in our game, things stay the same
Niggas try to front, we aim with the flame
Never take the blame, too much game
In the concrete jungle, our minds untamed
You can clap your hands, the hands you clap
If your girl′s in the club, it′s your girl I mack
If you don't know, check the sound
I am from the Boogie Down
The Rhythm Blunt crew, the crew′s rhythm blunt
Hang a nigga from his Versace, don't front
Got big booty bitches but they ain′t for sale
With the big juicy lips like Rochelle for real
As I'm making funky tracks with my main man Taj
And I gotta get a mill so Sha can make the hajj
I′m smart but not Maxwell, throw gambles on the Maxell
Then put the jam on wax, sit back and watch the whack sell
I swell, Latin Kings, Black Guerrilla fam be like "Damn"
Yogi's coming through, Chad my man
Ripping microphones off hyper tones or the slow ones
Then we up out when our flow's done
Bust you down like the last cigarette
Rhythm Blunt crew, we the best niggas yet
[Chorus: Yogi & (B-Real)
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C-R-U (C-R-U) Bubbling (Bubbling)
One two (One two) One two (One two)
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Ayo, I used to be in love with this girl named E. Bridget
Had a crush on Puffy′s fat ass like a midget
Rolling with them kids called the Uptown Cosa Nostra
Going state to state in a hooptop Testarossa
I said "Oh Bridget baby, know you drive me crazy
When I see your body you astound and amaze me"
She said "Yogi Bear, I ain′t nothing but trouble
Keep me on the low, I'll see you when you bubble"
Yo, I want the kingdom, the power and the glory
The whole story is getting money and living hunky-dory
Plenty′ll fall, any and all quickly
Known to turn lesbo strictly dickly
Crushing like a wrecking ball when it fall
I reckon y'all want a nigga to give it his all
Just give me some cash ′cause life is troubling
One two, one two, let's start bubbling
[Chorus: Yogi & (B-Real)
One two (One two) One two (One two)
C-R-U (C-R-U) Bubbling (Bubbling)
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