Slum Village, De La Soul - Turnin' Me Off lyrics

Next door she do hopes, chick's so old
Swear she got a blue back
Can't shake her cold
But you got to prove girl
You didn't been there
No matter the occasion
Shejust gotta be in there
Ball court surfer, she a dope boy's
Net game, shameless you better get garlic
Miss vampire, your blood on your bank code
She'll thank you kindly
Kinda reminds me, what's good for the goose
Is good for the gander
But my gigolo days died with Huey in the news
You want a taste of a do it and you loose
Vixen, she on that smack, my dogs love it
Tell she blow cum bubbles out
Her nose when she swallows
Her creed deeper than the shades of appolo
But that ain't balboa thats boa constrictor
She don't let her head to
Her toes restrict her
Shit, fine dime and kiwi white wine
When she breaks the bank
She bringing out the hammer
Hammer pants, 12 hundred a pair
Hammer here, you can't touch this boy
Don't even go there
She can't cook a hotdog but she could eat one
A college orgy's like eats one, teach one
Her first gang bang, on her birthday
16 candles, blew them all in the worst way
But nowadays she some corporate kitty
In somebody's penthouse, in some big city
Laying on her backside, tears in her eyes
Living in the life, while her dignity dies
Tarnishing the legacy, queens in the tribe

Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off
Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off
We dead in the summer time, still gotta cough
Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off
Bonita, Bonita, Bonita

You see you couldn't feed of
Shit she was broke
Hungry been on the back so much
She's giving break dance lessons
Back spinning
Back sinning about 10 seconds in the back
Of the rental, the black tint Lexus
She learn the head game, probably undressing
She should have slowed it but you
Never would have known it
Until you push upon her and got
The killa cunt from California
Right persona, never knew that she was local
High complexion you go when hopping on
Some dicks like a pogo
Hot chick, never put your face near the slit
Always crying, always lying
Always talking shit
The kind of girl burn your money
Burn your P now
She prolly got a the fucking role
Clinic on fucking speed dial
I told my man you would
Leak where you pee out
Bonita, Bonita, Bonita

Yeah, y'all know that saying
When in Rome, do what Roman Polanski would do
So you bit off a little
More than you can chew
Raise cheeks and white teeth showing hunger
You and I both know you
Ain't getting any younger
But you all given just a typical lame
Got Mono from a stereotypical way
Views on love, been stretched and worked
With the skellies in her closet
With the fresh corpse
Next to it, shelf filled
With self health books, looks like a paradox
Cause the crooks use you like a pair of socks
Keep a pair of cock in your mouth
You call it smoking pube
You've been warned from the ground up
You have never to be
Most prefer rose a pose to the sea
All over your charade
Like a new dance of the footsteps followers
And find you on your kneesbonita, Bonita
Bonita