Текст песни RZA f Big Gipp - Domestic Violence Pt. II
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[RZA]You ain`t shhhYa momma ain`t shhhYour daddy ain`t shitYour pussy ain`t shhhBitch, you ain`t shhhYour friends ain`t shhYour whip ain`t shhhPocketbook ain`t shhhYou talk that shhhBut girl you ain`t shhhYour momma ain`t shhh, your daddy ain`t shhhYou talkin` shit girl, your pussy ain`t shitYour friends ain`t shit, you whip ain`t shhhYou see these wizards out here, trynna floss likeI wear the pants dada, I`m the boss papaI`m a Survivor! I play the course dadaThey got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chachaSee I don`t need a man, don`t need to see a manBut it seems to me ho, you wanna be a manYou Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter PanStrap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend[Big Gipp]I know the type, come down and take a little pipeThen run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn`t fuck you right"Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cardsCuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the BoulevardNow I didn`t I see, didn`t I see you walk on the porno flicksGivin` brain at the same, give no bumper hitGet them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the worldAnd you qualify, my book here`s a nasty girl[Chorus: Big Gipp]You ain`t shit, yo mama ain`t shitYo daddy ain`t shit, yo pussy ain`t shit, bitchYou ain`t shit, your friends ain`t shitYour whip ain`t shit, pocketbook ain`t shit[Chorus: RZA]You ain`t shit, yo daddy ain`t shitYo mama ain`t shit, and yo pussy ain`t shit, bitchYou ain`t shit, your friends ain`t shitYour whip ain`t shit, pocketbook ain`t shit, bitch[Big Gipp]Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobberMore peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciterDrawers up her ass wipe, what you wantand what you need, and what you get is two different thingsPulled over, Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rainLost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow busGipp ain`t never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lushHush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquorTryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I`d rather forget her nigga[RZA]Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgleAnd goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallowI met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty BooShe put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!)I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughterShe filled her baby`s ba-ba up with toilet waterAnd Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threwHer Power U, then just bless her wit the hair dooBitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frostedOne fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it[Chorus: RZA]Cuz you ain`t shit, yo mama ain`t shitYo daddy ain`t shit, yo cousins ain`t shit, bitchYou ain`t shit, yo whip ain`t shitPocketbook ain`t shit and yo friends ain`t shit, bitch[Chorus: Big Gipp]You ain`t shit, yo folks ain`t shitYo lawyer ain`t shit, yo bumper car ain`t shit, bitchYou ain`t shit, yo boyfriend ain`t shitYour last name ain`t shit, your whole family ain`t shit, bitch[Outro: RZA]Fuckin` around, nigga from IsraelBobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a MuteStraight from the underground, we gone