[Intro: Bobby Digital]
True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack
Bob Digi back for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack
Raekwon got the triz-nap
[Chorus: Bobby Digital & Erica Bryant]
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
[Verse 1: Bobby Digital]
Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Five niggas drop before I got the verse off
Pop go the Glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off
Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
SL5, five AMG
While you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P
On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the submachine gun will percolate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, y'all niggas Duck Daffy
Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi
Drivin' through the Hill at night to the weedspot
I got two hands but I'm known to carry three Glocks
B-O-B-B-Y, niggas see I
Only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to break days smokin' coke and Digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine
Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, y'all niggas know me
Wrap niggas in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing
Sick silky six syllable stanza
Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't tryna answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer
[Chorus: Bob Digital & Erica Bryant]
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced
You shoot me? I shoot you, you're best bet's to finish me
'Cause if not, if I get the chance, I'ma doo-doo
And shit all over your hood, the clips go buck in 'em good
The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine
Y'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin
Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right
Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor tellin' Scram Jo, "I seen the light"
The red car that's just pulled off like Earnhardt was drivin' the joint
Pastor had the fifth smokin', lookin' moist
I ain't know what to do so I told the boys
I'm not a sucker look, y'all motherfuckin' made noise
[Chorus: Bobby Digital & Erica Bryant]
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
[Outro: Bobby Digital]
Ice Water exclusive, Bob Digi
Kinetic 9, Killa Beez
Straight up, Raekwon the Chef
Bizza-bizza-O Di-di-Dirty Bas-stard
Gizza-gizza-ga-gizza-gizz-ga-Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah
The GZA, The Genius
Mizza-mizza-mizza M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Straight up, Masta Killa
The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D
The B-O-B-B-Y tck-tck-pssh
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