Radio Grunge Lyrics - Rza

(featuring Beretta 9) 

[Intro: Beretta 9] 

car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress 

37 between 106th 

we got a possible homicide 

all cars, all cars, we got a situation down 

[RZA] 

Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic 

Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it 

Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc 

Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not 

Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed 

Don't front on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey! 

Ya'll butter pec', make my nuts weak 

Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak 

Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh 

Butter pec', make my nutter weak 

And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue 

How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u 

White Cadillac truck just high beamed us 

Mami look like she was Angie Martinez 

I don't espanol, I play imposter 

I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?" 

And slip back to my casa 

She 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 Tec 

That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck 

The bass and the treb', the space in the back 

Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped 

I'm not known to talk a lot 

Sit on five whips, son, so I don't walk a lot 

Got ten chicks, so I don't hawk a lot 

Been around the world, but I love New York a lot 

Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies 

Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies 

Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's 

You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie 

Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby 

Fuckin' the mics is my hobby 

[Outro: girl] 

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby 

{*car smashing and glass shattering*}