The Drop Off Lyrics by RZA

The Drop Off Lyrics

    [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]

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