[ol' dirty ba*tard (rza)]
Let me tell y'all all something motherf**ers
(oh you complaining about that man?)
Yeah them motherf**ers belong to us
Straight up, tell all ya'll motherf**ing hoes
Ya'll motherf**ers know what's the f**ing time
You think we don't love you motherf**ers?
Run in to the motherf**ing courts with all that bullsh** motherfuka
I'm letting all ya'll motherf**ers know,
I'm getting tired a that sh**
You motherf**ing triple breed motherf**ers
b**hes we love you motherf**a
Verse 1: rza (hoe)
Bobby digi, bob digital sh** is critical
Laid the f** up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx b**h had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched from my neck
It was the s**,
This 12 ounce bottle of bex had me drunk
One night laid up wit the ol' dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this hoe last month
Lookin' like a benz with a woofer in the trunk
I pushed up like a push-up stick
One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my dick
I said "power equal.. boo!"
Rza people i be bobby d-i-g-i too
(is that right?) word, and exact
Girl you got a smile that a make a n***a heart crack
(for real?) word to grill like a thousand dollar bill
Close your eyes count to three and click you heels
And we could end up at my place face to face
bu*t-naked i'll invade your inner space
*sniff* straight up boo,
Damn i can taste it!
One drop of s**m the god wouldn't waste it
Over the quilt,
I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk
And we could lay up,
And i could squeeze until it tilts
My house built on stilts is bangin' like the hilton
Look how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo cause i need that
(look bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
Look girl sh** i got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
Verse 2: o.d.b
You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit
Cause the way that i'ma dress this style is mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream oww!
Whether at a party or just in bed
Or thoughts of ason b**h keep that in your head
My beats are funky my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes i say well motherf**a what's the recipe
I don't know i ask my ma she don't know
Go ask ya poppa....
It's all about me in the place to be
n***a you all that uhhh....
Motherf**a that sh** is due it's mad
Motherf**ing game and it's a god-damn shame
How many motherf**as wanna know this name, ason
Yo i lock on pa** the break!
Shake and motivate, stimulate
[rza]
By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug
Call out into her love flood
f** her so much dunn you'll only bust blood
Caught inside the scud-missle grip like tissue
.....now i'm laid up inside the hospital
Bobby digital's on critical
Cause the testicles is drained
Huh huh
Nah i ain't doing it right, right?
Huh