Текст (слова) песни: RZA (Bobby Digital) - Must Be Bobby

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.. Bobby
Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
B-Bobby, yo
Hit the bodega for a 40 ounce son, Garcia Vega
Two bags of chips, and one pack of Now & Laters
Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck
Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck
Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet
Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net
with their clothes off, son when the gun goes off
I`m bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off -
your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow`s off
like Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes off
Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider
Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire
Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin
Those who can`t draw the crowd is still tracin
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted
Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can`t lift it
So tense, bitch there`s no defense
This four-four inch`ll make you jump the fence
Right eye squinted; I speak brok-len english
Stumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brew
Two-two inside the shoe
No describin what this heat, in my jacket could do
I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed
Bow 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 tofu
Sit in the sun six hours then I charge up like Goku
Dragonball Z; imagine you`re raggin me
That`s like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin a C
Not, tryin to tell you how much weight we carry
It may get, every snake in the tri-state buried
Plus, Feds had one add, sayin I gun traffed
I sold twenty million records bitch; some laugh!
Fresh shafts of morning dew on Nancy Drew
Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn`t figure the Wu
You loaf of bread head, keep a sober head
One 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, yo

I keep MC`s puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
Ice cold forty ounce drink `em down with one guzzle
Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back
Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack
A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms
And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm
I be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polished
Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet
You must be Bellevue son I walk with twelve jewels
Afford anything this world could sell you
Beats that the change the style`ll rearrange ya
BZA-Bobby! I`m strikin you like Beatlemania

Yo, it must be Bobby
Oh, no, it must be Bobby
Yo, son, it must be Bobby
BZA-buh, BZA-wha`, BZA-Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Fuckin up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby..) F-fuckin 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*}

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: RZA (Bobby Digital) - Must Be Bobby 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.. Bobby Yo, yo, RZA Bobby Yo, yo, RZA Bobby B-Bobby, yo Hit the bodega for a 40 ounce son, Garcia Vega Two bags of chips, and one pack of Now & Laters Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net with their clothes off, son when the gun goes off I`m bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off - your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow`s off like Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes off Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin Those who can`t draw the crowd is still tracin The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can`t lift it So tense, bitch there`s no defense This four-four inch`ll make you jump the fence Right eye squinted; I speak brok-len english Stumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brew Two-two inside the shoe No describin what this heat, in my jacket could do I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed Bow 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 tofu Sit in the sun six hours then I charge up like Goku Dragonball Z; imagine you`re raggin me That`s like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin a C Not, tryin to tell you how much weight we carry It may get, every snake in the tri-state buried Plus, Feds had one add, sayin I gun traffed I sold twenty million records bitch; some laugh! Fresh shafts of morning dew on Nancy Drew Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn`t figure the Wu You loaf of bread head, keep a sober head One 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, yo I keep MC`s puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle Ice cold forty ounce drink `em down with one guzzle Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm I be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polished Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet You must be Bellevue son I walk with twelve jewels Afford anything this world could sell you Beats that the change the style`ll rearrange ya BZA-Bobby! I`m strikin you like Beatlemania Yo, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be Bobby Yo, son, it must be Bobby BZA-buh, BZA-wha`, BZA-Bobby (Bo-bby..) Fuckin up the mic is still my hobby (Bo-bby..) F-fuckin 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} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Must Be Bobby: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/9682.html Все тексты песен: RZA (Bobby Digital) » RZA (Bobby Digital) - Billy » RZA (Bobby Digital) - Be a Man » RZA (Bobby Digital) - Odessey » RZA (Bobby Digital) - Must Be Bobby » RZA (Bobby Digital) - Show U Love » RZA (Bobby Digital) - Odyssey Рекомендуем скачать: » Умка и Броневичок - О Китай » Уматурман - Ты ушла » Устинов Юрий - Зеленые острова » Устинов Юрий - Я видел такой город » Утесов Леонид - У самовара » Успенская Люба - Горчит калина » Устинов Юрий - Ребятам » Успенская Люба - Любимый » Ундервуд - Колыбельная Джинна » Уматурман - Здравствуй, дорогая » Умка и Броневичок - Глухонемой глухонемой » Уматурман - Прасковья » Устинов Юрий - Берега выходят в синь » Успенская Люба - Я буду очень без тебя скучать » Устинов Юрий - Осень » Успенская Любовь - Пропадаю я » Умка и Броневичок - Дорога пришла » Устинов Юрий - За лесами, за горами » Умка и Броневичок - Умер великий Пан » Умка и Броневичок - Темная вода
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