RZA - The Grunge Lyrics
(feat. Beretta 9)[Intro: Beretta 9]car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress37 between 106thwe got a possible homicideall cars, all cars, we got a situation down[RZA]Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnoticYa'll *****es want beef, son, you got itFresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-nocPlex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-notRight in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-edDon't front on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey!Ya'll butter pec', make my nuts weakHave me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speakLike tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buhButter pec', make my nutter weakAnd ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clueHow it feel to slip in that papi chino power uWhite Cadillac truck just high beamed usMami look like she was Angie MartinezI don't espanol, I play imposterI was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"And slip back to my casaShe was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"I'm the ace in the decks...[girl speaking spanish][RZA]I'm the ace in the deck, still casin' a TecThat filled with the taste of the lead, buck buckThe bass and the treb', the space in the backWhere chumps walk by, and they face get slappedI'm not known to talk a lotSit on five whips, son, so I don't walk a lotGot ten chicks, so I don't hawk a lotBeen around the world, but I love New York a lotEspecially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy CuffiesOr in Fort Green, with those crazy CuffiesYa'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy'sYou get robbed, bucked down by a crazy CuffieBobby! *****in' the mics is my hobby*****in' the mics is my hobby[Outro: girl]Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby[car smashing and glass shattering]
