The Drop Off Lyrics

RZA


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Freedom Drayton, Robert F. Diggs, William Jonathan Drayton
album: Track 10 in album Birth of a Prince
release date: 2003-10-7
popularity : 5 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap/Pop Rap/Conscious
length: 3:28
producer: RZA
arranger: RZA

Cover Art

RZA Birth of a Prince cover art
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Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby
What up, what up? I can't really hear you
Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten
Make sure he drops them shits off
I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred
(What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh)
Yo make the drop off, don't forget man!

I got *****s on the block, block
*****s with them gats, gats
*****s on the strip, strip
Puffin' them packs, packs
To my workers that stays sharp like razors
Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
My *****z got that Dutch, Dutch
*****z got that black, black
*****z got a *****, *****, head in they lap, lap
My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
Everything you seen, we lived it
***** front then we get at duke
**** hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
Cut you like a cantelope
Like Iverson the truth and the answer
I'm the poison and the antidote
Don't care if the ***** cute, we don't sex raw
We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy
Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the ***** to check for

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on *******, sayin' F-are-E
And my ***** Crizzee baby, and my ***** Digi baby
Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on *******, sayin' Bob Digi
Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby

Bobby stop!
Bobby *sirens* the cops is comin
(That **** is tight girl)
"Hey you!"
(**** that motha****a, you know how I do)

Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite
Direction of the cop inside the chopper
I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
This ***** on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her***** *girl moans*
Ninety miles per hour I'm like "**** these punks!"
It's the land of the free son, you only live once
You a smart ************ or stupid dunce?
Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
Sweet, wet ***** got all over my fingers
Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And my ****'s been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks
And love to **** with plenty chips

He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And his ****'s been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks
And love to **** with plenty chips

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on *******, sayin' F-are-E
And my ***** Crizzee baby, and my ***** Digi baby
Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on *******, sayin' Bob Digi
Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Bob n' I
  • 2 The Grunge
  • 3 We Pop
  • 4 Grits
  • 5 Fast Cars
  • 6 Chi Kung
  • 7 You'll Never Know
  • 8 Drink, Smoke + Fuck
  • 9 The Whistle
  • 10 The Drop Off
  • 11 Wherever I Go
  • 12 Koto Chotan
  • 13 A Day to God Is 1,000 Years
  • 14 Cherry Range
  • 15 The Birth
  • 16 See the Joy