Chorus:
Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita Applebum, go head with yourself
Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun
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 till there was no end
But she kicked the diabolical and said we was friends
Hunny, you was funny, but I`m tired of that
It`s three years later, I got a new rap
Got a little older, a taint bit wiser
I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher
Speakin of higher, I saw you sunk a 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 bangin like a hip hop song
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
Chorus: (with Ron Isley singing “Oooh” in the background)
In the words of the immortal Swoop Daddy (uh!)
I never shed a tear, then again I won`t steer
You wrong, I steer you strong, for affections steer 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, like on Buddy, I`ll toast
To the ever-clever and to say the least, you`re the most
Hunny, you`re my hunny. A-yo dip, you`re my dip
Treasure and forever, feel the pleasure with Tip
As we glide and move, cushion like a pillow that`s soft and smooth
Rickety 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 all the suckas
It`s the flippin game, but Tip don`t fall for that
Instead, I`ll get the Natives and we rush to the latest lambskin store
Get a six pack of hats for…
Chorus