Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly) Lyrics
| Song | Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly) |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coles, Diggs, Drayton, Shivers ... | |
| Album: Rza | |
| As Bobby Digital | |
| In Stereo [islord] | |
| Aiyyo, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin | |
| One thing, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin | |
| I don't give a, flyin fuck about | |
| None of y'all niggaz out here | |
| Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades | |
| None of y'all niggaz out here | |
| I don't give a, flyin fuck, what? | |
| You want it? bring it son, bring it son | |
| Bring it, yo, check it on out [ndira - talking over islord above] | |
| Hijo de puta ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
| Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? | |
| You treat me like an analog ho | |
| Y nunca me llamas, roberto [islord] | |
| Yo, lyrically, i got all y'all niggaz under my wing | |
| Cause i bring terror throughout this rap era | |
| Like them muslim cats, who don't give a fuck | |
| Where mayor guiliani rest at, so let me get that | |
| About blowin this rock, off the map | |
| Microphone up off of you, cause it's | |
| Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm | |
| To try to rock the crowd | |
| Puttin it all on to stay calm | |
| You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb | |
| And swarm the stage about a hundred fat | |
| With lyrical material that's all that | |
| Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el | |
| Rock like patti la-belle | |
| Cause everything is real kid, you dead up | |
| Dissect the true kids gettin set up | |
| For a car/jeep heist, it ain't nice | |
| As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid | |
| And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains | |
| With a tray full of ice in em | |
| But that's how it goes down | |
| When you livin in the cold world [timbo king] cold world, what? [ndira] todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [timbo king] | |
| Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear type | |
| Ignite mics, blow up u.s.a. satellites | |
| Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor | |
| Royal calmer, black queen black madonna | |
| The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx | |
| Intelligent instincts | |
| I say knowledge is the foundation | |
| When i move in the l's formation, against hell's nation | |
| Bobby digital cybertech test microcheck | |
| High bi-as, record the levels | |
| Anti for devils.. anti for devils [ndira] | |
| Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
| Y nunca me llamas | |
| Hijo de puta | |
| Me tratas like an analog ho, roberto | |
| Nadie te importa, cario | |
| I wanna be digital bobby | |
| Bobby digital | |
| Rza me advertio de bobby | |
| Bobby digital | |
| All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps [bobby digital] | |
| And weak video clips and weak stacks | |
| Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts | |
| With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong | |
| Coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms | |
| French buttercups, probably wanna see bobby in handcuffs | |
| With the toes in my mouth | |
| Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me | |
| In the center solar | |
| Corner block hip-hop now expand to the polar | |
| Fuzzy low short frequency | |
| Circuit breakers, try to take | |
| Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya | |
| Us on illusionary rides to the future | |
| Cash and jewelry like bus passes | |
| That's why your ass got stuck up | |
| So wake the fuck up or get smoked | |
| Took for derelict, sales are too soupy | |
| Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked | |
| Better get the bobby digital movie! [ghostface killah] | |
| Tarantula, that groove season | |
| Newlywed of rap, which g you believe in? | |
| Rally back, twist a half a man arm off | |
| Late night, nearly happy standoff | |
| How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva | |
| Lever 2000 mic talk | |
| Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve | |
| Carved perfectly from god | |
| Manufactured through the eye, came puma dash | |
| I snares dumar, nicolas, half a face, cage | |
| Half a coke dutch sprinkle sage | |
| Straight off the ground y'all word up | |
| Bounce to huey crib yo and got laid .. bad bitch [jamie sommers] | |
| Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash | |
| Yo.. my nigga dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash | |
| Hard to walk the righteous path | |
| Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath | |
| Flavor for life into death | |
| This berry tart your ginger | |
| Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender | |
| Super-sonic, splash you with the wu-wear garments | |
| Off my motherfuckin splendor, jamie sommers pussy bionic | |
| For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers |
| zuo ci : Coles, Diggs, Drayton, Shivers ... | |
| Album: Rza | |
| As Bobby Digital | |
| In Stereo islord | |
| Aiyyo, let me tell y' all niggaz somethin | |
| One thing, let me tell y' all niggaz somethin | |
| I don' t give a, flyin fuck about | |
| None of y' all niggaz out here | |
| Cause you ain' t, none of my motherfuckin comrades | |
| None of y' all niggaz out here | |
| I don' t give a, flyin fuck, what? | |
| You want it? bring it son, bring it son | |
| Bring it, yo, check it on out ndira talking over islord above | |
| Hijo de puta ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
| Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? | |
| You treat me like an analog ho | |
| Y nunca me llamas, roberto islord | |
| Yo, lyrically, i got all y' all niggaz under my wing | |
| Cause i bring terror throughout this rap era | |
| Like them muslim cats, who don' t give a fuck | |
| Where mayor guiliani rest at, so let me get that | |
| About blowin this rock, off the map | |
| Microphone up off of you, cause it' s | |
| Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm | |
| To try to rock the crowd | |
| Puttin it all on to stay calm | |
| You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb | |
| And swarm the stage about a hundred fat | |
| With lyrical material that' s all that | |
| Like a two point five carat clustered jewel | |
| Rock like patti labelle | |
| Cause everything is real kid, you dead up | |
| Dissect the true kids gettin set up | |
| For a car jeep heist, it ain' t nice | |
| As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid | |
| And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains | |
| With a tray full of ice in em | |
| But that' s how it goes down | |
| When you livin in the cold world timbo king cold world, what? ndira todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta timbo king | |
| Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear type | |
| Ignite mics, blow up u. s. a. satellites | |
| Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor | |
| Royal calmer, black queen black madonna | |
| The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx | |
| Intelligent instincts | |
| I say knowledge is the foundation | |
| When i move in the l' s formation, against hell' s nation | |
| Bobby digital cybertech test microcheck | |
| High bias, record the levels | |
| Anti for devils.. anti for devils ndira | |
| Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
| Y nunca me llamas | |
| Hijo de puta | |
| Me tratas like an analog ho, roberto | |
| Nadie te importa, cario | |
| I wanna be digital bobby | |
| Bobby digital | |
| Rza me advertio de bobby | |
| Bobby digital | |
| All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps bobby digital | |
| And weak video clips and weak stacks | |
| Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts | |
| With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong | |
| Coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms | |
| French buttercups, probably wanna see bobby in handcuffs | |
| With the toes in my mouth | |
| Stand up or rape me, rotate autolocate me | |
| In the center solar | |
| Corner block hiphop now expand to the polar | |
| Fuzzy low short frequency | |
| Circuit breakers, try to take | |
| Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya | |
| Us on illusionary rides to the future | |
| Cash and jewelry like bus passes | |
| That' s why your ass got stuck up | |
| So wake the fuck up or get smoked | |
| Took for derelict, sales are too soupy | |
| Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked | |
| Better get the bobby digital movie! ghostface killah | |
| Tarantula, that groove season | |
| Newlywed of rap, which g you believe in? | |
| Rally back, twist a half a man arm off | |
| Late night, nearly happy standoff | |
| How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva | |
| Lever 2000 mic talk | |
| Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve | |
| Carved perfectly from god | |
| Manufactured through the eye, came puma dash | |
| I snares dumar, nicolas, half a face, cage | |
| Half a coke dutch sprinkle sage | |
| Straight off the ground y' all word up | |
| Bounce to huey crib yo and got laid .. bad bitch jamie sommers | |
| Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash | |
| Yo.. my nigga dix' ll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash | |
| Hard to walk the righteous path | |
| Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath | |
| Flavor for life into death | |
| This berry tart your ginger | |
| Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender | |
| Supersonic, splash you with the wuwear garments | |
| Off my motherfuckin splendor, jamie sommers pussy bionic | |
| For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers |
| zuò cí : Coles, Diggs, Drayton, Shivers ... | |
| Album: Rza | |
| As Bobby Digital | |
| In Stereo islord | |
| Aiyyo, let me tell y' all niggaz somethin | |
| One thing, let me tell y' all niggaz somethin | |
| I don' t give a, flyin fuck about | |
| None of y' all niggaz out here | |
| Cause you ain' t, none of my motherfuckin comrades | |
| None of y' all niggaz out here | |
| I don' t give a, flyin fuck, what? | |
| You want it? bring it son, bring it son | |
| Bring it, yo, check it on out ndira talking over islord above | |
| Hijo de puta ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
| Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? | |
| You treat me like an analog ho | |
| Y nunca me llamas, roberto islord | |
| Yo, lyrically, i got all y' all niggaz under my wing | |
| Cause i bring terror throughout this rap era | |
| Like them muslim cats, who don' t give a fuck | |
| Where mayor guiliani rest at, so let me get that | |
| About blowin this rock, off the map | |
| Microphone up off of you, cause it' s | |
| Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm | |
| To try to rock the crowd | |
| Puttin it all on to stay calm | |
| You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb | |
| And swarm the stage about a hundred fat | |
| With lyrical material that' s all that | |
| Like a two point five carat clustered jewel | |
| Rock like patti labelle | |
| Cause everything is real kid, you dead up | |
| Dissect the true kids gettin set up | |
| For a car jeep heist, it ain' t nice | |
| As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid | |
| And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains | |
| With a tray full of ice in em | |
| But that' s how it goes down | |
| When you livin in the cold world timbo king cold world, what? ndira todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta timbo king | |
| Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear type | |
| Ignite mics, blow up u. s. a. satellites | |
| Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor | |
| Royal calmer, black queen black madonna | |
| The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx | |
| Intelligent instincts | |
| I say knowledge is the foundation | |
| When i move in the l' s formation, against hell' s nation | |
| Bobby digital cybertech test microcheck | |
| High bias, record the levels | |
| Anti for devils.. anti for devils ndira | |
| Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? ? el coo de mi, maricon | |
| Y nunca me llamas | |
| Hijo de puta | |
| Me tratas like an analog ho, roberto | |
| Nadie te importa, cario | |
| I wanna be digital bobby | |
| Bobby digital | |
| Rza me advertio de bobby | |
| Bobby digital | |
| All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps bobby digital | |
| And weak video clips and weak stacks | |
| Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts | |
| With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong | |
| Coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms | |
| French buttercups, probably wanna see bobby in handcuffs | |
| With the toes in my mouth | |
| Stand up or rape me, rotate autolocate me | |
| In the center solar | |
| Corner block hiphop now expand to the polar | |
| Fuzzy low short frequency | |
| Circuit breakers, try to take | |
| Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya | |
| Us on illusionary rides to the future | |
| Cash and jewelry like bus passes | |
| That' s why your ass got stuck up | |
| So wake the fuck up or get smoked | |
| Took for derelict, sales are too soupy | |
| Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked | |
| Better get the bobby digital movie! ghostface killah | |
| Tarantula, that groove season | |
| Newlywed of rap, which g you believe in? | |
| Rally back, twist a half a man arm off | |
| Late night, nearly happy standoff | |
| How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva | |
| Lever 2000 mic talk | |
| Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve | |
| Carved perfectly from god | |
| Manufactured through the eye, came puma dash | |
| I snares dumar, nicolas, half a face, cage | |
| Half a coke dutch sprinkle sage | |
| Straight off the ground y' all word up | |
| Bounce to huey crib yo and got laid .. bad bitch jamie sommers | |
| Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash | |
| Yo.. my nigga dix' ll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash | |
| Hard to walk the righteous path | |
| Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath | |
| Flavor for life into death | |
| This berry tart your ginger | |
| Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender | |
| Supersonic, splash you with the wuwear garments | |
| Off my motherfuckin splendor, jamie sommers pussy bionic | |
| For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers |
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