Lyrics: Barrow, Diggs, Gibbons, Hunter ...
Let me tell y'all ho something mother*******s(Oh, you complaining about that man?)
Yeah, them mother*******s belong to us
Straight up, tell all y'all mother******g hoes
Y'all mother*******s know what's the ******g time
You think we don't love you mother*******s?
Run in to the mother******g courts
With all that bull*************t motherfuka
I'm letting all y'all mother*******s know
I'm getting tired a that *************t
You mother******g triple breed mother*******s
*******, we love you mother*************a
Bobby Digi,
Bob Digital *************t is critical
Laid the ************* up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx ************* had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched from my neck, it was the ***
This twelve 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 *************
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 ************* 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
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
HiltonLook how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo 'cause
I need that(Look Bobby where's the beer and the ****** at?)
Look, girl, *************t
I got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
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 ************* keep that in your head
My beats are funky, my rhymes are **********sexy
Sometimes
I say, well, mother*************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, ************* you all that uh
Mother*************a that *************t is due it's mad
Mother******g game and it's a
God-damn shame
How many mother*************as wanna know this name,
AsonYo, I lock on, pass the break
Shake and motivate, stimulate
By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug, call out into her love flood
************* dunno you only bust blood
Caught inside the scud-missile grip like tissue
Now I'm laid up inside the hospital
Bobby Digital's on critical'
Cause the *************s is drained
Huh huhNah,
I ain't doing it right, right?
Huh