Drop Off Lyrics - Birth Of A Prince - 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! 

I got niggas on the block, block 

Niggas with them gats, gats 

Niggas 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 

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed 

No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-are-E 

And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby 

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed 

No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi 

Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby 

Bobby stop! 

Bobby *sirens* 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, 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 

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 

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed 

No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-are-E 

And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby 

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed 

No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi 

Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby