RZA - My Lovin' Is Digi Lyrics

featuring Force MD's Ms. Roxy



[RZA] Protect your girl from Bobby Digital

[Force MD's]

Sometimes! I find!

Someone fuckin with my pussy

My money and my ride

Tuck my nine inside my hoody (repeat 3X)



Sometimes! I find!



Chorus: Ms. Roxy



Catch me if you can bumpin

Rides laced in a van nothin

compares when my niggaz come in

Ride shotgun and Bobby keep the love comin

I'm sittin pretty and my lovin is Digi



[Bobby Digital]

Fresh dipped out my laboratory, just dropped down bout 40 stories

Hit the ground, you analog cats ain't got nothin for me

Red and blue mismatched shoe, abandoned your Wu-Wear bandana

Play you Vegas type hoes silly, like Dantana

Bubble Hill banger Goose, gold rope thick as hangman noose

She had the honey blonde hair mixed, with the chocolate mousse

Butterfly tattoo, Boo, let me holla at you

And I'll change that tattoo to a Wu-Tang tattoo

New York City ditty bop type slang, girl let's smoke a blantz

Hit the Jack Danz, and after that we could dance

with the Black Widow, gold Benz with the chrome griddle

Fat juicy lips, ebony let me taste your spittle



Chorus (except last line)



[Bobby Digital]

Hear rap like Angela Bassett for Malcolm X

Ice cold golden texts, cassette of Inspectah Deck

Uncontrolled substance, earring inside her belly button

and one inside her Power-you she said she use for nuttin

SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet

Girl DREAM ON IT, I put the Killa Bee sting on it

Rejuvenated, honey kept her throat lubricated

Let off so much ?, N-Sync couldn't recuperate it

Back scratchin, eyes squintin, Dusk to Dawn

Quentin Tarantino type porn, like Lewinsky-Bill Clinton

Suck it down with no commercial,

good Power Universal Self Savior Why

B.O.B.B.Y.!



Chorus



[Bobby Digital]

Girl SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet

c'mon DREAM ON IT, the Killa Bee sting on it

Screw the top off the boilin pot, girl you must be boilin hot

Sit on my unfalling cock, let me strike your G spot



Chorus



[Bobby Digital]

Yo, kept a nigga well fed, put seven braids in my head

Pillow soft as cobweb, Egyptian cotton bedspread

Lyin deep between the legs, I mix the sperm with the eggs

Bust off about a keg, she called it creamy nutmeg



Chorus



[Bobby Digital]

Throw on my high beams, her breasts was like two scoops of ice cream

I scream, you scream, we all want, ice cream

Bone until she fall asleep, she can have a nice dream

I scream, you scream, we all want the ice cream



Chorus + "and my lovin is Digi..

and my lovin is Digi..

and my lovin, and my lovin

and my lovin is Digi"



Down-town!