Wu-tang Clan - Drop Off lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby What up, what up? I can't really hear you Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten Make sure he drops them sh**s off I'm on my way back to Mexico to pick up another hundred Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Yo make the drop off, don't forget man Yo, I got n***as on the block, block n***as with them gats, gats n***as on the strip, strip Puffin' them packs, packs To my workers that stays sharp like razors Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper My n***as got that Dutch, Dutch n***as got that black, black n***as got a b**h, b**h, head in they lap, lap My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits Everything you seen, we lived it n***a front then we get at duke Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do I cut you like a cantelope Like Iverson the truth and the answer I'm the poison and the antidote Don't care if the b**h cute, we don't s** raw We play the corners like the castles on a chess board Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the n***a to check for Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties sayin', "F R E" And my n***a Crizzee baby, and my n***a Digi baby Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties sayin', "Bob Digi" Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby Bobby, stop Bobby, the cops is comin' That sh** is tight girl Hey you f** that mothaf**a You know how I do Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite Direction of the cop inside the chopper I got the tall Grey Goose vodka This b**h on my side, with no panties, finger pop her Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her c*nt Ninety miles per hour I'm like, "f** these punks" It's the land of the free, son, you only live once You a smart motherf**er or stupid dunce? Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer Sweet, wet p**y got all over my fingers Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus I got many whips, many clips, many chicks And my dick's been s**ed by many lips Many tips or many Vicks, many sticks And love to gulp with plenty chips He got many whips, many clips, many chicks And his dick's been s**ed by many lips Many tips or many Vicks, many sticks And love to f** with plenty chips Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin', "F R E" And my n***a Crizzee baby, and my n***a Digi baby Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties sayin', "Bob Digi" Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby