RZA Song Lyrics

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

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:
"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

RZA
DIGI SNACKS

The Wolf

[RZA]
Watch your hoe look at me, like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio
Wanna stick her tip of her tongue through my piss hole
You play the target, and I be the guiding missile
Oh, how they long this strong grissle
Yup, see that flesh is weak
But it taste so good, they want the recipe
The king catch the queen, don't mess with me
Kssh, yo, my niggas never grow up, drink til they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up
Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies
Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie
How dare you try to come and gas crash from me
You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
It's I God, inside your iPod
Cuz my squad, nigga, is die hard

[Chorus: RZA]
Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina
You numb skull girls, be caught and talking Tina

[RZA]
Bitch, suck a dick and die, forty five lit the sky
Fool, let the shit fly, split, right between your eye
Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs
Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch, let it ride
Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery
Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory
You like fourth period, son, you history
White girls with big ass, I check them suspiciously
Vanilla Pearline, had the saline
Stuffed inside her jeans, made the niggas day dream

[Chorus]

[RZA]
Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team
I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green
Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina
Then I'm back on the spot, without the subpeona

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