Glocko Pop Lyrics - Digital Bullet - Rza

Digital Electronics 

So we gon' check the 25th caller 

Caller? Hello? Caller, you're on the air, yeah, hello? 

You're on the air, sweetheart, hello, yeah, 

I'd like to make a request, yeah, I wanna hear somethin' digital, oh yeah 

That means somethin' that's gonna keep me up and turn me on 

Well, I got this new joint, the Glocko Pop, Glocko Pop? 

Yeah, Glocko Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my God 

Here it is, just for you, sugar 

Bobby Digital back on the set 

Watch girl's pussies get wet wet wet wet 

Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop 

Hip-hop you just can't stop stop stop 

Watch my glock glock glock glock 

It goes pop pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glockoes pop pop pop 

His rugged go pop pop pop 

My Glockoes pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

You stomp the fuck off yo' block 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

Bob Digi-tech live in effect 

You just didn't expect 

One man to come along and bring a new song 

To break your barrier down, 

You can't carry the sound 

Buckwild juvenile from Shaolin Island, what? What? 

Who wants to get violent? 

Remain silent 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

His Glocko pop pop pop 

His Glocko pop pop pop 

My son go pop pop pop 

My gun go pop pop pop 

His Glocko pop pop pop 

One love, go pop pop pop 

His love go pop pop pop 

Yo, who wanna play the hero? Your chances are slim 

Less than zero, Shaolin laboratory friend 

That's the shit though, came to satisfy but can't get no 

Sound pasified from the get-go, Cuban neckties for you Kiko 

Only carry mines for protection 

The hoods like the Wild West I reckon 

Hold up a second, lost my breathe and 

Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' 

Mr. Method runnin' in your session 

With nothin' but my words as my weapon 

And twenty-eight years of aggression 

Do it for my people when I take it back 

Like I'm repo-man, agent double 'o' negro 

Know who I am? No, I don't give a damn 

Evil, flash ya crooked I like I'm eagle 

Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans 

From a smoked pipe, drink it down like Sedan 

This is how ya enter the Wu-Tang Clan, yeah 

36 Chambers, you're pu-tang man, word 

Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah 

Brother with a gun make the loot change hands, word 

That's how it is 

You could ask RZ-A 

The rain, hail or snow I deliver 

DJ, that music just turns me on 

The marvelous bone crushin' assassin 

Appears to be blind in glasses 

Daredevil bang head with shovel iron skin 

Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin' 

Shadows sweapens 

Vanishin' the book of instruction 

Fuckin' with the Wu-Tang Production 

Is Lord to all who come and see 

My art too deadly to teach, 

Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point 

Slendid, hand Swingin' Sword recommended 

Slice through the bone intended 

Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection 

Mic-phone swing like numb stick to scar 

Mohammed Ali, Mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea 

Dead sea, Digi 

Yo, my mind keeps playin' tricks, I'm caught up in The Matrix 

Digital mould, your flows is all wasted 

You smoke weed with seeds, I crush mines and lace it 

Two tokes a pass, kid it's all wasted 

I know you lust, so relax and be patient 

As soon as I spark the stem, ya all taste it 

Number one on the charts, it's time to erase it 

Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it 

DJ, that music just turns me on 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

His love go pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

You stomp the fuck off yo' block 

My Glocko pop pop pop 

DJ, that music just turns me on