Turnin’ Me Off

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trugoy aka Dave of De La Soul] Next door, she do coke – chick's so old Swear she got a blue back, but can't shake her cold What you got to prove, girl? You did it and been there No matter the occasion, she just gotta be in there Ball court surfer, she a dope boy's harlot Neck game shameless – you better get garlic Miss vampire – it's 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 and The News You want a taste of her? Do it and you lose Vixen, she on that smack, my dogs love it Tell me she blow cum bubbles out her nose when she swallow Her creed deeper than the shades of Apollo But that ain't Balboa, thats boa constrictor She don't let her head to her toes restrict her Shittt – fine dinin', kiwi white wine, when She breaks the bank, she bringing out the hammer Hammer pants, 12 hundred a pair Hammer head, you can't touch this, boy, don't even go there She can't cook a hot dog but she could eat one A college orgy's like "each one, teach one" Her first gang bang, on her birthday 16 candles, blew 'em all in the worst way But nowadays, she sell corporate kitty In somebody's penthouse, in some big city Laying on her backside, tears in her eyes Living the life, while her dignity dies Tarnishing the legacy of queens in her tribe Bonita Applebum, you kinda turn me off [Chorus: Dave] Bonita Applebum, you kinda turn me off We dead in the summer time, still gotta call Bonita Applebum, you kinda turn me off Bonita, Bonita, Bonita... [Interlude: James Brown sample] "For the white horse of heroin, will ride you to Hell..." [Verse 2: T3 of Slum Village] You see, you couldn't feed her –– she was broke Hungry, honey been on her back so much she's giving breakdance lessons Back spinning, back sinning About 10 seconds in the back of the rental, the black tint Lexus She learn her head game f---in' with contestants Playin' with the male genitalia, you probably undressing She should slow it, but you never would've known it 'Til you push up on it, got the killa cunt from California Great persona, never knew that she was loco High complexion cocoa, hopping on some d---s like a pogo Hot chick, never put your face near the slit Always crying, always lying, always talking sh-- The type of girl–burn your money, burn your penile She probably got the fuckin' role clinic up on re-dial I told my man, "You will leak where you pee out" Bonita, Bonita, Bonita... [Chorus: Dave] Bonita Applebum, you kinda turn me off We dead in the summer time, still gotta call Bonita Applebum, you kinda turn me off Bonita, Bonita, Bonita... [Interlude: James Brown sample] "For the white horse of heroin, will ride you to Hell..." [Verse 3: Posdnous of De La Soul] Yeah, y'all know that saying – "When in Rome, do what Roman Polanski would do" So you bit off a little bit more than you could chew Raised cheeks and white teeth, showing hunger You and I both know you ain't getting any younger What you are giving is just a typical lay Got Mono from a stereotypical way Views on love been stretched and warped With the skellies in her closet, with the fresh corpse Next to it, shelf filled with self health books, what 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 Cubans" You've been warned from the ground up, you never took heed Most prefer the rose, opposed to the sea All over your charade, like a new dance are the footstep followers Serving that young high-strung,  While the little archer scream out "Repent!" You claim he just mad his arrows won't make a dent Find you on your knees, never coming up for breathers Bonita, Bonita, Bonita... [Outro: James Brown sample] "For the white horse of heroin, will ride you to Hell... To Hell Will ride you to Hell Until you are dead Dead, brother – dead! This is a revolution of the mind Get your mind together and get away from drugs..."