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RZA

Drop Off

 

Drop Off

(album: Birth Of A Prince - 2003)


[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
Puffing 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, drinking a Beck's boy
Shopping 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, saying 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, saying 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 heading 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 hitting a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinching 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 blasting, she orgasm like a singer
Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers
Now I'm sniffing my hand, all sipping the plan
Got the pedal to the floor, going 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]

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