Rza - Kiss Of A Black Widow lyrics

[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