Album: Rza As Bobby Digital In Stereo





[ol' dirty bastard (rza)]

Let me tell y'all all something motherfuckers

(oh you complaining about that man?)

Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us

Straight up, tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes

Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time

You think we don't love you motherfuckers?

Run in to the motherfucking courts with all that bullshit motherfuka

I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know,

I'm getting tired a that shit

You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers

Bitches we love you motherfucka



Verse 1: rza (hoe)



Bobby digi, bob digital shit is critical

Laid the fuck up inside the hospital

It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx

Cuban linx snatched from my neck

It was the sex,

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 nigga 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

Butt-naked i'll invade your inner space

*sniff* straight up boo,

Damn i can taste it!

One drop of sperm 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 shit 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 bitch keep that in your head

My beats are funky my rhymes are spunky

Sometimes i say well motherfucka 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

Nigga you all that uhhh....

Motherfucka that shit is due it's mad

Motherfucking game and it's a god-damn shame

How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, ason

Yo i lock on pass 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

Fuck 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