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