Rza Bobby Digital - My Lovin' is Digi

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-U 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!