RZA - Must Be Bobby Lyrics
Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..Bo-bby..Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..[RZA]Psssh. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! {*Bobby Digital sound*}Yo.. BobbyYo, yo, RZA BobbyYo, yo, RZA BobbyB-Bobby, yoHit the bodega for a 40 ounce son, Garcia VegaTwo bags of chips, and one pack of Now & LatersFlame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buckOnly thing keep a nigga calm is a good *****Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wetChicken of the seas get trapped inside my netwith their clothes off, son when the gun goes offI'm bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off -your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow's offlike Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes offUnchallenged sword I yield the storm riderClip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fireFour hundred grain cartridge, with steel casinThose who can't draw the crowd is still tracinThe mic is cast to the floor and shapeshiftedHeavy as the hammer of Thor you can't lift itSo tense, ***** there's no defenseThis four-four inch'll make you jump the fenceRight eye squinted; I speak brok-len englishStumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brewTwo-two inside the shoeNo describin what this heat, in my jacket could doI teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeedBow down to the great Bob Digi Digi(Bo-bby..) Yo, it must be Bobby(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be..I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with tofuSit in the sun six hours then I charge up like GokuDragonball Z; imagine you're raggin meThat's like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin a CNot, tryin to tell you how much weight we carryIt may get, every snake in the tri-state buriedPlus, Feds had one add, sayin I gun traffedI sold twenty million records *****; some laugh!Fresh shafts of morning dew on Nancy DrewSherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn't figure the WuYou loaf of bread head, keep a sober headOne point five million years my overhead(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby(Bo-bby..) Yo, check, yoI keep MC's puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzleIce cold forty ounce drink 'em down with one guzzleSon might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp backTall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rackA chickenhead scratch the yard for wormsAnd roosters walk around with their heads in the permI be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polishedNever, chase for dollars to fulfill the black walletYou must be Bellevue son I walk with twelve jewelsAfford anything this world could sell youBeats that the change the style'll rearrange yaBZA-Bobby! I'm strikin you like BeatlemaniaYo, it must be BobbyOh, no, it must be BobbyYo, son, it must be BobbyBZA-buh, BZA-wha', BZA-Bobby(Bo-bby..) *****in up the mic is still my hobby(Bo-bby..) F-*****in up the mic is still my hobby(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be.. doo doo!(Bo-bby..) Yeah yeah(Bo-bby..) - {*repeat to fade*}
