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  • RZA »

    RZA Drop Off текст песни

    Drop Off

    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 shits off

    I’m on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred

    (What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh)

    Yo make the drop off, don’t forget man!

    I got niggaz on the block, block

    niggaz with them gats, gats

    Niggaz 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 niggaz got that Dutch, Dutch

    niggaz got that black, black

    Niggaz got a bitch, bitch, 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

    Nigga front then we get at duke

    Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do

    Cut you like a cantelope

    Like Iverson the truth and the answer

    I’m the poison and the antidote

    Don’t care if the bitch cute, we don’t sex 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 nigga to check for

    Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed

    No tattoo on titties, sayin’ F-R-E

    And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga 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

    (That shit is tight girl)

    (Fuck that mothafucka, 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 bitch 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 cunt *girl moans*

    Ninety miles per hour I’m like «Fuck these punks!»

    It’s the land of the free son, you only live once

    You a smart motherfucker or stupid dunce?

    Music blastin’, she orgasm like a singer

    Sweet, wet pussy 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 sucked by many lips

    Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks

    and love to fuck with plenty chips

    He got many whips, many clips, many chicks

    and his dick’s been sucked by many lips

    Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks

    and love to fuck with plenty chips



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