Bonita Applebum (Hootie mix) - 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 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 'til there was no end

But she 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 tidbit wiser

I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher

Speakin' of high, I saw you smoke the 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 slammin' like a hip hop song

Bonita Applebum, gotta put me on

Chorus: (with Ron Isley singing

"Oooh" in the background)

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 hun, hey hun

Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself

Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun

In the words of the immortal Sweet Daddy

I'll never shed a tear, but then again I won't steer

You wrong, I'll steer you strong, for affection steer ya 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, so like on "Buddy", I'll toast

To the ever-clever you, to say the least, you're the most

Honey, you're my honey, A-yo dip, you're my dip

Treasure and forever, velvet pleasure with Tip

As we glide and move, cushy like a pillow that's soft and smooth.

Ricky D 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' on us suckas

it's his flippin game, but Tip won't fall for that.

Instead, I'll get the Natives and we rush

to the latest lambskins store get a six pack of hats for...

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 hun, hey hun

Bonita Applebum, go 'head with yourself

Bonita Applebum, hey hun, hey hun

Bonita, Bonita, Bonita