RZA, Timbo King, Ghostface Killah, Jamie Sommers, Ndira, Islord - Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly) lyrics

Aiyyo, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
One thing, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
I don't give a, flyin' fuck about
None of y'all niggas out here
None of y'all niggas out here
Cause you ain't
None of my motherfuckin' comrades
I don't give a, flyin' fuck, what?
You want it? Bring it son, bring it son
Bring it, yo, check it on out

Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Hijo de puta el coño de mi, maricon
Y nunca me llamas, Roberto
You treat me like an analog ho

Yo, lyrically
I got all y'all niggas under my wing
Cause I bring terror throughout this rap era
Like them Muslim cats, who don't give a fuck
About blowin' this rock, off the map
Where Mayor Guiliani rest at
So let me get that
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

Cold World, what?

Todo lo que a ti te gustas
Es music pa' lo puta

Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type
Ignite mics, blow up USA 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
Micro-chec, high bias, record the levels
Anti four devils, anti four devils

Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Hijo de puta el coño de mi, maricon
Y nunca me llamas
Me tratas like an analog ho, Roberto
Nadie te importa, cariño
I wanna be Digital Bobby bobby Digital
RZA me advertio de Bobby bobby Digital

All you analog cats from weak
Tracks and weak raps
And weak video clips and weak stacks
Weak bitches with weak lawyers and weak acts
And weak staff
Born life couldn't copyright 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 your 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
Us on illusionary rides to the future
Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya
Cash and jewelry like bus passes
That's why your ass got stuck u
So wake the fuck up or get smoked
Analog rhymes hoes are like
Groupies we fucked
Took for derelict, sales are too soupy
Better get the Bobby Digital movie!

Todo lo que a ti te gustas
Es music pa' lo puta

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
Crossthieving van diva
Lever 2000 mic talk, might bolt to match
Pinch me in the eve carved perfectly from God
Manufactured through the eye, same Puma dash
I snares Dumar, Nicolas, half a face, Cage
Half a coke Dutch sprinkle sage
Bounce to Huey crib yo and got laid
Straight off the ground y'all word up
…Bad bitch

Yo, yo, yo my tapdance sword splash
Yo my nigga dick's will leave you whiplashed
Feel the cash
Pussy worth the key a stash, bloodbath
Hard to walk the righteous path
Flavor for life into death
Berry tart's ginger
Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender
Off my motherfuckin' splendor
Jamie Sommers pussy bionic, supersonic
Splash you with the Wu Wear garments
For the 9 fuckin' 9 motherfuckers

Todo lo que a ti te gustas
Es music pa' lo puta
Todo lo que a ti te gustas
Es music pa' lo puta

Bobby, all you ever want is weed, money
Music and pussy