RZA - My Lovin' Is Digi Lyrics
[rza] protect your girl from bobby digital[force mds]Sometimes! I find!Someone, *****in with my *****My money and my rideTuck my nine inside my hoody (repeat 3x)Sometimes! I find!Chorus: ms. roxyCatch me if you can bumpinRides laced in a van - nothinCompares when my niggaz come inRide shotgun and, bobby keep the love cominIm sittin pretty and my lovin is digi[bobby digital]Fresh dipped out my laboratory, just dropped down bout 40 storiesHit the ground, you analog cats aint got nothin for meRed and blue mismatched shoe, abandoned your wu-wear bandanaPlay you vegas type hoes silly, like dantanaBubble hill banger goose, gold rope thick as hangman nooseShe had the honey blonde hair mixed, with the chocolate mousseButterfly tattoo, boo, let me holla at youAnd Ill change that tattoo to a wu-tang tattooNew york city ditty bop type slang, girl lets smoke a blantzHit the jack danz, and after that we could danceWith the black widow, gold benz with the chrome griddleFat juicy lips, ebony let me taste your spittleChorus (except last line)[bobby digital]Hear rap like angela bassett for malcolm xIce cold golden texts, cassette of inspectah deckUncontrolled substance, earring inside her belly buttonAnd one inside her power-u she said she use for nuttinScream on it, bobby the black green hornetGirl dream on it, I put the killa bee sting on itRejuvenated, honey kept her throat lubricatedLet off so much chi, ginseng couldnt recuperate itBack scratchin, eyes squintin, dusk to dawnQuentin tarantino type porn, like lewinsky-bill clintonSuck it down with no commercial,Good power universal self savior whyB.o.b.b.y.!Chorus[bobby digital]Girl scream on it, bobby the black green hornetCmon dream on it, the killa bee sting on itScrew the top off the boilin pot, girl you must be boilin hotSit on my unfalling *****, let me strike your g spotChorus[bobby digital]Yo, kept a nigga well fed, put seven braids in my headPillow soft as cobweb, egyptian cotton bedspreadLyin deep between the legs, I mix the sperm with the eggsBust off about a keg, she called it creamy nutmegChorus[bobby digital]Throw on my high beams, her breasts was like two scoops of ice creamI scream, you scream, we all want, ice creamBone until she fall asleep, she can have a nice dreamI scream, you scream, we all want the ice creamChorus + and my lovin is digi..And my lovin is digi..And my lovin, and my lovinAnd my lovin is digiDown-town!
