RZA Song Lyrics

Album:
"Birth Of A Prince"

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) Drop Off
11) Wherever I Go
12) Koto Chotan
13) A Day To God Is 1000 Years
14) Cherry Range
15) The Birth (Broken Hearts)
16) See The Joy

Album:
"RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo"

1) Intro
2) B.O.B.B.Y.
3) Unspoken Word
4) Slow Grind African
5) Airwaves
6) Love Jones
7) N.Y.C. Everything
8) Mantis
9) Slow Grind French
10) Holocaust (Silkworm)
11) Terrorist
12) Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly)
13) Handwriting on the Wall
14) Kiss of a Black Widow
15) Slow Grind Italian
16) My Lovin' is Digi
17) Domestic Violence
18) Project Talk
19) Lab Drunk
20) Fuck What You Think
21) Daily Routine

Album:
"More Songs"

1) Fatal

Album:
"Digi Snacks"

1) Digi Snacks Intro
2) Long Time Coming
3) You Can't Stop Me Now
4) Straight Off The Block
5) Booby Trap
6) Try Ya Ya Ya
7) Good Night Kiss
8) No Regrets
9) Money Don't Own Me
10) Creep
11) Drama
12) Up Again
13) Put Your Guns Down
14) Love Is Digi / Part II
15) O Day
16) Don't Be Afraid
17) The Wolf

RZA
BIRTH OF A PRINCE

The Grunge

(feat. 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]

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