RZA

RZA - Domestic Violence songtekst

Je score:

You ain't shit  your daddy ain't shit
 your brother ain't shit  your money ain't shit
 your lab ain't shit  your rings ain't shit
 your gear ain't shit  your jewels ain't shit
 your kicks ain't shit  nigga  your whips ain't shit
 Bobby  you ain't shit  nigga I'm the shit
 you ain't shit  your daddy ain't shit
 your brother ain't shit  your money ain't shit
 your lab ain't shit  your rings ain't shit
 your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
 your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
 Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit
 you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
 your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
 your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit
 your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit
 your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit
 your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
 You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
 your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
 your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
 your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
 your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
 nigga, I'm the shit...

 [RZA] (Girl)
 What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
 Get the fuck out my house
 'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
 Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
 Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
 (But wait, fuck you motherfucker)
 You wish you could fuck
 Bitch, all you can do is dick suck
 (Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
 Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
 You don't scrub or wash clothes
 Or buy food for making (???), bitch
 You don't read to the seeds
 All you do is watch tv and smoke weed
 Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave
 Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
 Talking about you're going to leave?
 Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for?
 Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more!
 Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
 Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach
 Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
 Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic?
 Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
 And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
 You can't speak a sentence without a curse
 Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
 Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first!
 When I first met you, you was a hoe
 I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
 But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
 Your father said you was a hoe
 And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe
 Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
 That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
 Started with the body of a model
 Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
 And you could swallow a whole avocado
 And two forty ounce bottles
 To the end of the world, which to I would follow
 Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
 Turn your fat ass sideways
 Your stressmarks are like the US highways
 Fuck a new nigga every friday
 Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts!
 (You come so quick nigga)
 Wonder why I come so quick?
 With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
 I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep!
 But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
 Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three
 You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
 About M-G-T, and G-C-C

 'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
 And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
 That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
 Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

 [RZA] [Girl]
 But fuck it, yo
 let me get this fucking phone
 Yeah, get the motherfucking phone
 Quit motherfuckers in our fucking
 business. End the fuck, or I'll pull
 the motherfucking chord out of the
 Man, fuck that motherfucking socket.
 Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker
 Get the fuck out, I'm throwing
 all the shit on the motherfucking
 terrace, right now. I'm sick of
 I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the
 I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My
 Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking (???) too
 Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that
 house man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all
 these motherfuckers sleeping in the
 fucking living room. My seeds run into
 these motherfuckers, these niggaz are
 Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and
 Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. Fucking dirty toilet seats and
 This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit.
 Get these motherfuckers out this
 Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now. Get the fuck
 girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother-
 You's a hoe bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab.
 Come on you's a hoe!
 you'se a hoe Motherfucker don't make me pick up
 you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up
 you'se a hoe this motherfucking bottle.
 you'se a hoe
 hoe! hoe!
 hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!
 hoe! hoe! bastard!
 fuck you!
 hoe! you fucking bastard!
 hoe! bastard! bastard!
 fuck you
 Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
 bastard! bastard! bastard!
 She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga
 Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga
 You're fucking stupid
 You're fucking stupid
 We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that
 We'll be back motherfucker to call you back
 'cause you ain't going to steal
 this motherfucking phone
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Publisher: UrbanWorks Entertainment

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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