Jump My Bone Lyrics by E-40

(voicebox: wow, wow, wow, wow ooh jump my bone)

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I hope we can all get alone tonight
Im tryin to take me somethin home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon jump my bone (2x)

Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
And Im tryin to stick my ding-a-ling
Between one of these super badass bitches
Say ho, oh, you dont want me to talk to you like that?
She say, oh I got your hoe, besides nigga
I dont even listen to rap
I said, how you know a motherfucker rap?
She say, aint you 40-water?
I read an article on you while I was up under the dryin net
Magazine double xl (xxl)
I heard that, okay whats crackaleezie whats the heezie deezie?
Why you try to act like you was gods gift to the world
A few minutes of a keezie leezie?
All my dentures gathered around to take a look
At this bankded beauty dolly parton gluteus maximus
Ass big enough to fit a cup on her booty (booty),
Straight centerfold suzette
Im in the mix (Im in the mix) check it out
Im in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from paul from the diamond center
I used to cut grass for a livin
But now I count cash for a livin (beotch, beotch!)

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Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito truck
Stuck, man this shit heres crazy
Im in a ford, fix or repair daily
Old school antique lifters tickin
With a gas leak radiator off the heater reads
Im in a desperate need of some antifreeze
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit what the fucks wrong with this car?
Shit, shit, shit, shit I shouldve drove my northstar
Dependable, new school get you where you need to be when you need to be
Enemies aimin at me with they darts
While Im footin it, walkin to kragens auto parts

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A week later, everything was fo sho
My album was about to drop so I went on a promotional to
Bus driver why you cruisin dude? where we headed?
Houston texas, one mo mile, two mo exits
Quarter to three me and the mossie checkin in at the doubletree
Lemme call my dudes, who? 8-ball and mjg
Ball where da hoes?
All the hoes be at poppagos
Later on that day
Say you know a motherfucker cant come to houston
Without visitin little j
The scarfaces, the drapers and the greens
The northsides and club boomerangs and beotch!

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