歌曲 | Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly) |
歌手 | RZA |
专辑 | RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Coles, Diggs, Drayton, Shivers ... | |
Album: Rza | |
As Bobby Digital | |
In Stereo [islord] | |
Aiyyo, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin | |
One thing, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin | |
I don't give a, flyin fuck about | |
None of y'all niggaz out here | |
Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades | |
None of y'all niggaz out here | |
I don't give a, flyin fuck, what? | |
You want it? bring it son, bring it son | |
Bring it, yo, check it on out [ndira - talking over islord above] | |
Hijo de puta ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? | |
You treat me like an analog ho | |
Y nunca me llamas, roberto [islord] | |
Yo, lyrically, i got all y'all niggaz under my wing | |
Cause i bring terror throughout this rap era | |
Like them muslim cats, who don't give a fuck | |
Where mayor guiliani rest at, so let me get that | |
About blowin this rock, off the map | |
Microphone up off of you, cause it's | |
Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm | |
To try to rock the crowd | |
Puttin it all on to stay calm | |
You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb | |
And swarm the stage about a hundred fat | |
With lyrical material that's all that | |
Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el | |
Rock like patti la-belle | |
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up | |
Dissect the true kids gettin set up | |
For a car/jeep heist, it ain't nice | |
As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid | |
And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains | |
With a tray full of ice in em | |
But that's how it goes down | |
When you livin in the cold world [timbo king] cold world, what? [ndira] todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [timbo king] | |
Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear type | |
Ignite mics, blow up u.s.a. satellites | |
Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor | |
Royal calmer, black queen black madonna | |
The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx | |
Intelligent instincts | |
I say knowledge is the foundation | |
When i move in the l's formation, against hell's nation | |
Bobby digital cybertech test microcheck | |
High bi-as, record the levels | |
Anti for devils.. anti for devils [ndira] | |
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
Y nunca me llamas | |
Hijo de puta | |
Me tratas like an analog ho, roberto | |
Nadie te importa, cario | |
I wanna be digital bobby | |
Bobby digital | |
Rza me advertio de bobby | |
Bobby digital | |
All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps [bobby digital] | |
And weak video clips and weak stacks | |
Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts | |
With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong | |
Coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms | |
French buttercups, probably wanna see bobby in handcuffs | |
With the toes in my mouth | |
Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me | |
In the center solar | |
Corner block hip-hop now expand to the polar | |
Fuzzy low short frequency | |
Circuit breakers, try to take | |
Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya | |
Us on illusionary rides to the future | |
Cash and jewelry like bus passes | |
That's why your ass got stuck up | |
So wake the fuck up or get smoked | |
Took for derelict, sales are too soupy | |
Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked | |
Better get the bobby digital movie! [ghostface killah] | |
Tarantula, that groove season | |
Newlywed of rap, which g you believe in? | |
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off | |
Late night, nearly happy standoff | |
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva | |
Lever 2000 mic talk | |
Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve | |
Carved perfectly from god | |
Manufactured through the eye, came puma dash | |
I snares dumar, nicolas, half a face, cage | |
Half a coke dutch sprinkle sage | |
Straight off the ground y'all word up | |
Bounce to huey crib yo and got laid .. bad bitch [jamie sommers] | |
Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash | |
Yo.. my nigga dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash | |
Hard to walk the righteous path | |
Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath | |
Flavor for life into death | |
This berry tart your ginger | |
Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender | |
Super-sonic, splash you with the wu-wear garments | |
Off my motherfuckin splendor, jamie sommers pussy bionic | |
For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers |
zuo ci : Coles, Diggs, Drayton, Shivers ... | |
Album: Rza | |
As Bobby Digital | |
In Stereo islord | |
Aiyyo, let me tell y' all niggaz somethin | |
One thing, let me tell y' all niggaz somethin | |
I don' t give a, flyin fuck about | |
None of y' all niggaz out here | |
Cause you ain' t, none of my motherfuckin comrades | |
None of y' all niggaz out here | |
I don' t give a, flyin fuck, what? | |
You want it? bring it son, bring it son | |
Bring it, yo, check it on out ndira talking over islord above | |
Hijo de puta ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? | |
You treat me like an analog ho | |
Y nunca me llamas, roberto islord | |
Yo, lyrically, i got all y' all niggaz under my wing | |
Cause i bring terror throughout this rap era | |
Like them muslim cats, who don' t give a fuck | |
Where mayor guiliani rest at, so let me get that | |
About blowin this rock, off the map | |
Microphone up off of you, cause it' s | |
Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm | |
To try to rock the crowd | |
Puttin it all on to stay calm | |
You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb | |
And swarm the stage about a hundred fat | |
With lyrical material that' s all that | |
Like a two point five carat clustered jewel | |
Rock like patti labelle | |
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up | |
Dissect the true kids gettin set up | |
For a car jeep heist, it ain' t nice | |
As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid | |
And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains | |
With a tray full of ice in em | |
But that' s how it goes down | |
When you livin in the cold world timbo king cold world, what? ndira todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta timbo king | |
Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear type | |
Ignite mics, blow up u. s. a. satellites | |
Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor | |
Royal calmer, black queen black madonna | |
The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx | |
Intelligent instincts | |
I say knowledge is the foundation | |
When i move in the l' s formation, against hell' s nation | |
Bobby digital cybertech test microcheck | |
High bias, record the levels | |
Anti for devils.. anti for devils ndira | |
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
Y nunca me llamas | |
Hijo de puta | |
Me tratas like an analog ho, roberto | |
Nadie te importa, cario | |
I wanna be digital bobby | |
Bobby digital | |
Rza me advertio de bobby | |
Bobby digital | |
All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps bobby digital | |
And weak video clips and weak stacks | |
Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts | |
With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong | |
Coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms | |
French buttercups, probably wanna see bobby in handcuffs | |
With the toes in my mouth | |
Stand up or rape me, rotate autolocate me | |
In the center solar | |
Corner block hiphop now expand to the polar | |
Fuzzy low short frequency | |
Circuit breakers, try to take | |
Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya | |
Us on illusionary rides to the future | |
Cash and jewelry like bus passes | |
That' s why your ass got stuck up | |
So wake the fuck up or get smoked | |
Took for derelict, sales are too soupy | |
Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked | |
Better get the bobby digital movie! ghostface killah | |
Tarantula, that groove season | |
Newlywed of rap, which g you believe in? | |
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off | |
Late night, nearly happy standoff | |
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva | |
Lever 2000 mic talk | |
Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve | |
Carved perfectly from god | |
Manufactured through the eye, came puma dash | |
I snares dumar, nicolas, half a face, cage | |
Half a coke dutch sprinkle sage | |
Straight off the ground y' all word up | |
Bounce to huey crib yo and got laid .. bad bitch jamie sommers | |
Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash | |
Yo.. my nigga dix' ll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash | |
Hard to walk the righteous path | |
Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath | |
Flavor for life into death | |
This berry tart your ginger | |
Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender | |
Supersonic, splash you with the wuwear garments | |
Off my motherfuckin splendor, jamie sommers pussy bionic | |
For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers |
zuò cí : Coles, Diggs, Drayton, Shivers ... | |
Album: Rza | |
As Bobby Digital | |
In Stereo islord | |
Aiyyo, let me tell y' all niggaz somethin | |
One thing, let me tell y' all niggaz somethin | |
I don' t give a, flyin fuck about | |
None of y' all niggaz out here | |
Cause you ain' t, none of my motherfuckin comrades | |
None of y' all niggaz out here | |
I don' t give a, flyin fuck, what? | |
You want it? bring it son, bring it son | |
Bring it, yo, check it on out ndira talking over islord above | |
Hijo de puta ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? | |
You treat me like an analog ho | |
Y nunca me llamas, roberto islord | |
Yo, lyrically, i got all y' all niggaz under my wing | |
Cause i bring terror throughout this rap era | |
Like them muslim cats, who don' t give a fuck | |
Where mayor guiliani rest at, so let me get that | |
About blowin this rock, off the map | |
Microphone up off of you, cause it' s | |
Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm | |
To try to rock the crowd | |
Puttin it all on to stay calm | |
You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb | |
And swarm the stage about a hundred fat | |
With lyrical material that' s all that | |
Like a two point five carat clustered jewel | |
Rock like patti labelle | |
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up | |
Dissect the true kids gettin set up | |
For a car jeep heist, it ain' t nice | |
As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid | |
And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains | |
With a tray full of ice in em | |
But that' s how it goes down | |
When you livin in the cold world timbo king cold world, what? ndira todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta timbo king | |
Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear type | |
Ignite mics, blow up u. s. a. satellites | |
Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor | |
Royal calmer, black queen black madonna | |
The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx | |
Intelligent instincts | |
I say knowledge is the foundation | |
When i move in the l' s formation, against hell' s nation | |
Bobby digital cybertech test microcheck | |
High bias, record the levels | |
Anti for devils.. anti for devils ndira | |
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
Y nunca me llamas | |
Hijo de puta | |
Me tratas like an analog ho, roberto | |
Nadie te importa, cario | |
I wanna be digital bobby | |
Bobby digital | |
Rza me advertio de bobby | |
Bobby digital | |
All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps bobby digital | |
And weak video clips and weak stacks | |
Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts | |
With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong | |
Coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms | |
French buttercups, probably wanna see bobby in handcuffs | |
With the toes in my mouth | |
Stand up or rape me, rotate autolocate me | |
In the center solar | |
Corner block hiphop now expand to the polar | |
Fuzzy low short frequency | |
Circuit breakers, try to take | |
Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya | |
Us on illusionary rides to the future | |
Cash and jewelry like bus passes | |
That' s why your ass got stuck up | |
So wake the fuck up or get smoked | |
Took for derelict, sales are too soupy | |
Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked | |
Better get the bobby digital movie! ghostface killah | |
Tarantula, that groove season | |
Newlywed of rap, which g you believe in? | |
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off | |
Late night, nearly happy standoff | |
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva | |
Lever 2000 mic talk | |
Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve | |
Carved perfectly from god | |
Manufactured through the eye, came puma dash | |
I snares dumar, nicolas, half a face, cage | |
Half a coke dutch sprinkle sage | |
Straight off the ground y' all word up | |
Bounce to huey crib yo and got laid .. bad bitch jamie sommers | |
Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash | |
Yo.. my nigga dix' ll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash | |
Hard to walk the righteous path | |
Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath | |
Flavor for life into death | |
This berry tart your ginger | |
Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender | |
Supersonic, splash you with the wuwear garments | |
Off my motherfuckin splendor, jamie sommers pussy bionic | |
For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers |