RZA, C.C.F. Division, Daddy-O - The Drop Off lyrics
[RZA, C.C.F. Division, Daddy-O - The Drop Off lyrics]
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 shit's 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!
I got niggas on the block, block
Niggas with them gats, gats
Niggas on the strip, strip
Pumpin' them packs, packs
To my workers that stays sharp like razors
Play my part and blaze it
We braveheart with paper
My niggas got that Dutch, Dutch
Niggas got that black, black
Niggas 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 digit's
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
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
Bobby stop! Bobby the cops is comin
(That shit is tight girl) "hey you!"
(Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do)
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
I'm shiftin' 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, on many vicks, many sticks
And left the God with plenty chips
He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And his dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks
And left the bar with plenty chips
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 shit's 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!
I got niggas on the block, block
Niggas with them gats, gats
Niggas on the strip, strip
Pumpin' them packs, packs
To my workers that stays sharp like razors
Play my part and blaze it
We braveheart with paper
My niggas got that Dutch, Dutch
Niggas got that black, black
Niggas 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 digit's
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
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
Bobby stop! Bobby the cops is comin
(That shit is tight girl) "hey you!"
(Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do)
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
I'm shiftin' 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, on many vicks, many sticks
And left the God with plenty chips
He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And his dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks
And left the bar with plenty chips