featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard
[Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)]
Let me tell ya'll hol something motherfuckers
(Oh you complaining about that man?)
Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us
Straight up tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes
Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time
You think we don't love you motherfuckers?
Run in to the motherfucking courts with all that bullshit motherfuka
I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know,
I'm getting tired a that shit
You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers
Bitches we love you motherfucka
Verse 1: RZA (Hoe)
Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
Laid the fuck up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched from my neck
It was the sex,
This 12 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 dick
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 nigga 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
*Sniff* 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
