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Artist: Rza Song: Drop Off lyrics Album: Birth Of A Prince
Intro: Daddy-O (RZA) 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! ShaCronz 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 Hook: Freemurder 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 Interlude: girl (RZA) moaning Bobby stop! Bobby sirens the cops is comin moans That shit is tight girl cops: "hey you!" moans Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do sirens moans car speeding off RZA 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 Girl 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 Hook