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Return of the Bumpasaurus
01. You Can Have Her
02. Da Bomb
03. Buckin’ My Horse
04. Mob Style
05. Top Ten List
06. Man U Luv ta Hate
07. Bark Like You Want It
08. Bumpasaurus Cometh
09. Bumpasaurus
10. Denial
11. Aunt Thomasina
12. Jump on It
13. Aintsta
14. Sag
15. Message to a Drag Artist
16. Lead Yo Horse
17. Playthang
18. Funk fo da Blvd.
19. Slide
You Aunt Thomasina
Girl you've got too much
You Aunt Thomasina
Baby's outta touch
You Aunt Thomasina
Couldn't make the switch
You Aunt Thomasina
Definition biatch

She used to live in the ghetto, now she got a little dough
So she wanna play high-pose flexin' on the coast (yeah, huh!)
Learned how to sing in the church
Got a little record deal poppin' now she puttin' in work (huh!)
We used to kick it back at high school
Walkin' 'round Roosevelt livin' like straight fools (hm!)
But now Miss Thing is a star
Rollin' round Bellevue, fakin' in her brand new car
Nuttin' like the homegirl we know
Tryna be the rich bitch sippin' on a cuppa cappuccino
Trippin' cause she got a little contract
Now she got a bleached-blonde weave
And a set of blue contacts (ha!)
I don't blame it on the money, Im'ma blame it on you
Cause your family's sittin' on broke, boo
Two shades darker than me, but she wanna be lighter than me
Thomasina wants her skin bleached

You Aunt Thomasina
Girl you've got too much (sellout)
You Aunt Thomasina
Baby's outta touch (wannabe)
You Aunt Thomasina
Couldn't make the switch (you somethin' you ain't, baby)
You Aunt Thomasina
Definition, Jake

You know the female entertainers I'm talkin' 'bout
Rollin' round Beverly Hills with they asses out
Her first name used to be Shaniqua
Now she claims Heather when you call her on her beeper
She ain't got no more slang
And if a brother like grits, then a brother can't hang
Don't even think about beans and rice
Cause ever since she made the switch
Baby don't eat spice
And she don't like rap but she'll use it
Callin' hip hop straight jungle bunny music
Steadily complainin' 'bout her rump size
Tummy tucked, butt tucked
Now she's tryna get the skinny thighs
She's the queen of the liposuction
Her titties come complete with instructions
Her lips used to have the juice
'Till she got 'em reduced
And look at what Dr. Giggles produced
A $6000 pinch nose job
Lookin' hella dumb, grill sittin' on live
Got both nostrils pressed to your face you shoulda knew
Now you singin' like you got the flu nose plug

You Aunt Thomasina
Girl you've got too much
You Aunt Thomasina
Baby's outta touch
You Aunt Thomasina
Couldn't make the switch
You Aunt Thomasina
Definition biatch

Take it to the dance floor

No khakis or goatees accepted
She might date a sellout but everything else gets rejected
Sittin' in the crib, lattes and bagels
All the house artwork's by Nagel
Aunt Thomasina wants to meet an Uncle Tom
And have a little Tommy Boy and she can be the mom
And how does Aunt Thomasina kick it? (kick it)
Standin' in the line with Barry Manilow tickets (haha!)
She likes to play a little Tom Jones
Kick a little Streisand and front with the CEOs
Ladies in the Benz, have you seen her?
The epitome of sellout, the Aunt Thomasina

You Aunt Thomasina
Girl you've got too much (uh)
You Aunt Thomasina
Baby's outta touch (sellout)
You Aunt Thomasina
Couldn't make the switch (fake)
You Aunt Thomasina
Definition biatch (wannabe)
You Aunt Thomasina (uh)
You Aunt Thomasina (uh)
(ugh) You Aunt Thomasina
(uh) You Aunt Thomasina
Definition (uh)

Yeah, look at you, baby
Sittin' in the mirror, straightenin' out that blonde weave, hehe
The last Jake that tried to be what he wasn't almost went to jail
If you know what I'm talkin' bout
Yeah, sellout
I can see your new growth baby