Hot seat, walking down Mott Street,
Man I never seen a mamasana with sistah's body.
Hot-te, 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 Chinee chatter,
I wanna take my tiger prawn and dip it in her batter.
Watchee, yellow tail hamachi,
Lookin' like a Kristi Yamaguchi with a J-Lo body.
Hot-te, she ain't sippin' latte,
Brothah, no, she's drinking 40 ounces in the alley with me.
A terracotta warrior a-huntin' for the dragon.
She hypnotize a bruthah 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'.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the fried rice go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my wun hung lo.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the wontons go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my one hung low.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the dim sum go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my wun hung lo.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the lo mein go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my one hung low.
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 numma 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"
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the wontons go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my one hung low.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the dim sum go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my wun hung lo.
credits
from Dirty Jersey,
released December 16, 2006
T. Nelson
Formed and founded in 2002 and hailing from the "hub city" of New Brunswick, NJ, Hub City Stompers embraces various styles
of ska from the 60's thru the 80's, and adds reggae, punk, oi!, hardcore, hip-hop, jazz and even classical influences, managing to avoid a typical, formulaic ska sound and steer clear of cliche poppy ska lyrics.
7 CD's, national/international tours down, and ready for more....more
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