Islord - Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly) lyrics

[Intro: Islord] Aiyyo, let me tell y'all n***as somethin' One thing, let me tell y'all n***as somethin' I don't give a, flyin' f** about None of y'all n***as out here None of y'all n***as out here Cause you ain't, none of my motherf**in' comrades I don't give a, flyin' f**, what? You want it? Bring it son, bring it son Bring it, yo, check it on out [Ndira: talking over Islord above] Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? Hijo de puta [?] el coño de mi, maricon Y nunca me llamas, Roberto You treat me like an an*log ho [Verse 1: Islord] Yo, lyrically, I got all y'all n***as under my wing Cause I bring terror throughout this rap era Like them m**m cats, who don't give a f** About blowin' this rock, off the map Where Mayor Guiliani rest at, so let me get that Microphone up off of you, cause it's Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm To try to rock the crowd Puttin' it all on to stay calm You waited for the God Islord to drop the bomb And swarm the stage about a hundred fat With lyrical material that's all that Like a two point five carat clustered j**-el Rock like Patti La-Belle Cause everything is real kid, you dead up Dissect the true kids gettin' set up For a car/Jeep heist, it ain't nice As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains With a tray full of ice in 'em But that's how it goes down When you livin in the Cold World [Interlude: [Timbo King] Cold World, what? [Hook: Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [Verse 2: Timbo King] Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type Ignite mics, blow up U.S.A. satellites Insane Unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor Royal calmer, black queen black Madonna The missing link be the big lips on the Sphinx Intelligent instincts I say knowledge is the foundation When I move in the L's formation, against Hell's nation Bobby Digital cybertech test micro-check High bi-as, record the levels Anti four devils… anti four devils [Bridge: Ndira] Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? Hijo de puta ? el coño de mi, maricon Y nunca me llamas Me tratas like an an*log ho, Roberto Nadie te importa, cariño I wanna be Digital Bobby Bobby Digital RZA me advertio de Bobby Bobby Digital [Verse 3: Bobby Digital] All you an*log cats from weak tracks, and weak raps And weak video clips and weak stacks Beatin' b**hes with weak lawyers, and weak acts And weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong Coconuts splittin', all you chocolate deluxe bu*ter alms French bu*tercups, probably wanna see Bobby in handcuffs With the toes in my mouth Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me In the center solar Corner block Hip-Hop now expand to the polar Fuzzy low short frequency Circuit breakers, try to take Us on illusionary rides to the future Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya Cash and j**elry like bus pa**es That's why your a** got stuck up So wake the f** up or get smoked an*log rhymes hoes are like groupies we f**ed Took for derelict, sales are too soupy Better get the Bobby Digital movie! [Hook] [Verse 4: Ghostface k**ah] Tarantula, that groove season Newlywed of rap, which G you believe in? Rally back, twist a half a man arm off Late night, nearly happy standoff How boldly blinded by Bobby crossthievin' van diva Lever 2000 mic talk Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve Carved perfectly from God Manufactured through the eye, came Puma dash I snares Dumar, Nicolas, half a face, Cage Half a coke Dutch sprinkle sage Bounce to Huey crib yo and got laid Straight off the ground y'all word up …Bad b**h [Verse 5: Jamie Sommers] Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash Yo.. my n***a Dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash p**y worth a key a stash, bloodbath Hard to walk the righteous path Flavor for life into d**h This berry tart your ginger Ooh she mad tender, an*log surrender Off my motherf**in' splendor, Jamie Sommers p**y bionic Super-sonic, splash you with the Wu-Wear garments For the nine f**in' nine, motherf**ers [Hook] x2 [Outro: Jaime Sommers] Bobby, all you ever want is weed, money, music, and p**y