[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 (Ho)
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 Beck's had me drunk
One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this ho 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!"
Where's your people? I be Bobby D-I-G-I-tal
(Is that right?) Word, and exact
Girl you got a smile that a make a n***a heart crack
(For real?) Word, ya 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, now how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo cause I need that
(Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
What 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'mma 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 is funky
Sometimes I say well motherf**a what's the recipe?
I don't know! I ask my mama, 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 jinxed 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 wiz that you dying to have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug
Call out into her love flood
f**in' 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