Bambi Rap by T.C. Ellis Lyrics
[Musical crucifixion…I ain’t wit it] {backwards message}
Bambi, yeah
Bambi
Bambi
Bambi
Bambi, your lips so sweet like candy
And you were cool and dandy
Funky ‘til you took my money
And ran off with your brand new honey
Ain’t your Walt Disney fairy tale
She’s a dope stupid fly female
Cold chilling with the biggest Kool-Aid smile
That will make me walk a country mile
CHORUS:
Bambi, can’t you understand
Bambi, it’s better with a man
Come home with a mister, tried to convince her
Blew my mind like a vicious twister
Rippin’, zippin’ and trippin’ and I couldn’t believe
I kept wondering how could this be
My baby, I think she gone stone crazy
I said what about the promise you made me
Sex, marriage, three kids and a Z
Pack my bags, I’m history
Into sex and rock ‘n’ roll
Bambi heard it once, she was good to go
Just when I thought everything was great
I found a note from her lover saying "meet me at eight"
So I threw in my favorite hip-hop tune
And followed her car to the hotel room
I found Bambi’s friend barely clothed
Dressed in lace and pantyhose, oh!
CHORUS
I knew from the start (It’s so hard to believe)
That I loved you with all my heart (How could I be that naïve?)
But you were untrue (But who’s to say, maybe you’re havin’ fun)
You had another lover and she looked just like you (But two of a kind sounds kinda dumb)
Bambi, Bambi
Bambi (can’t you understand, it’s God’s plan – it’s better with a man)
Bambi (word, you know what I’m sayin’)
CHORUS
All your lovers they look just like you (What’s up Bambi?)
But they can only do the things that you do (You and her?)
Come on baby and take me by the hand (I’m trippin’)
I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be loved by a man (Yeah ok)
CHORUS
(Yo Bambi, check this out)
(I can’t believe this, how could I be that naïve?)
(Who’s to say though, you might be havin’ fun)
(But two of a kind that sounds kinda dumb)
I don’t know what’s up with that
I ain’t with that
I got to come outta that
I got to back up outta that
I can’t deal with that
Going a little low
That’s too low, I know…how low can you go?
Damn…I’m gonna A, B, Cya later
Bambi, yeah
Bambi
Bambi
Bambi
Bambi, your lips so sweet like candy
And you were cool and dandy
Funky ‘til you took my money
And ran off with your brand new honey
Ain’t your Walt Disney fairy tale
She’s a dope stupid fly female
Cold chilling with the biggest Kool-Aid smile
That will make me walk a country mile
CHORUS:
Bambi, can’t you understand
Bambi, it’s better with a man
Come home with a mister, tried to convince her
Blew my mind like a vicious twister
Rippin’, zippin’ and trippin’ and I couldn’t believe
I kept wondering how could this be
My baby, I think she gone stone crazy
I said what about the promise you made me
Sex, marriage, three kids and a Z
Pack my bags, I’m history
Into sex and rock ‘n’ roll
Bambi heard it once, she was good to go
Just when I thought everything was great
I found a note from her lover saying "meet me at eight"
So I threw in my favorite hip-hop tune
And followed her car to the hotel room
I found Bambi’s friend barely clothed
Dressed in lace and pantyhose, oh!
CHORUS
I knew from the start (It’s so hard to believe)
That I loved you with all my heart (How could I be that naïve?)
But you were untrue (But who’s to say, maybe you’re havin’ fun)
You had another lover and she looked just like you (But two of a kind sounds kinda dumb)
Bambi, Bambi
Bambi (can’t you understand, it’s God’s plan – it’s better with a man)
Bambi (word, you know what I’m sayin’)
CHORUS
All your lovers they look just like you (What’s up Bambi?)
But they can only do the things that you do (You and her?)
Come on baby and take me by the hand (I’m trippin’)
I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be loved by a man (Yeah ok)
CHORUS
(Yo Bambi, check this out)
(I can’t believe this, how could I be that naïve?)
(Who’s to say though, you might be havin’ fun)
(But two of a kind that sounds kinda dumb)
I don’t know what’s up with that
I ain’t with that
I got to come outta that
I got to back up outta that
I can’t deal with that
Going a little low
That’s too low, I know…how low can you go?
Damn…I’m gonna A, B, Cya later