Bonita Applebum (Hootie Mix) A Tribe Called Quest
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[Chorus: A Tribe Called Quest]
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 hon, hey hon)
Bonita Applebum (Go 'head with yourself)
Bonita Applebum (Hey hon, hey hon)
Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, come on
[Verse 1: 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 to shit
Back in the days, Bonita was a hit
I flirted and I flirted 'til there was no end
But you 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 titbit wiser
I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher
Speaking of high I saw you smoke a hootie mack
Your ex-boyfriend claims he gets the booty back
But I'm here to testify it'll be a hard try
Slapping my knees, letting out sighs
Want to keep it slamming like a hip-hop song
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
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 hon, hey hon)
Bonita Applebum (Go 'head with yourself)
Bonita Applebum (Hey hon, hey hon)
Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, come on
[Verse 1: 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 to shit
Back in the days, Bonita was a hit
I flirted and I flirted 'til there was no end
But you 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 titbit wiser
I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher
Speaking of high I saw you smoke a hootie mack
Your ex-boyfriend claims he gets the booty back
But I'm here to testify it'll be a hard try
Slapping my knees, letting out sighs
Want to keep it slamming like a hip-hop song
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
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