Bong Bong - RZA

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on

Yeah, my nigga, come on

This is Digital, this is sizzlin'

It’s like a vamp, it’s like a genie in the land

Yo

Bong bong, bong bong, BZA, bong bong, bong bong…

(Beretta 9):

Come on!

All my real niggas push up to the front (word up)

Oh shit, look at shorty over there

Caramel deluxe type bitch, yo

Ain’t know she suck dick like that

With those big fat lips and those hips like that

She said «Bobby, why you spit like that?

And why you Shaolin Gods push whips like that?»

I said «Ho, we got chips like that

And Park Hill niggas make flips like that»

And Brass Monkey, yea we sip like that

And we might get drunk and empty clips like that

Then again the Gods build like that

Yo Kinetic, tell em son, we keep it real like that

Carry 9s all the time it’s concealed like that

Honey-dipped blunts, we get high like that

Yo we dipped every day, yo we fly like that

Bitches always sayin «Why you talk like that?»

We B-Boy niggas, you know we walk like that

Why them R&B niggas tryin to sing like that?

And you fake crossovers tryin to bling like that?

You know, my clique snatch ice like that

Take it down to the scale and get a price like that

Snub in the club, don’t be nice like that

Catch a body and escape, pull a heist like that

Up front, up front, come on, come on

Check it

Y’all niggas talkin shit

We out here tryin to get paid in a major way

Come on

I rock a six like that

From my dubs in the club, sippin Cris' like that

Pop a bitch, turnin trick, get my ish like that

Check the ice, lookin nice on my wrist like that

I’m the shit like that, dicky-dick like that

Roll with baller sheist types that be sick like that

Set up shop on your block, flip a brick like that

It’s the Wu comin thru with a chick like that

Sticky spit like that, what?

What?

What?

Nine inches, ho, we packin dick like that

Six on the dice, we rollin licks like that

Half a mil on the deal, we politic like that

Remember '94, we sold mix like that

4 Sho, the whole crew used to sling like that

Indeed, you know the fam, we was the king at that

Guaranteed, now it’s Killa Bee sting like that

And I’ll punch you in the head with pointed rings like that

And why’s this fuckin crab bleedin like that?

While you crack-head bitches treatin seeds like that

My nigga Johnny Blaze smoke weed like that

And the Killa Bee Clan run the streets like that

Big Bobby makin beats like that

Platinum on the wall, son I eats like that

Damn, you 85's eatin swine like that

We ain’t tryin to be cause y’all blind like that

To all my thugs or who smoke like that

And you coke-head niggas sniffin coke like that

And you ecstasy cats poppin dope like that

It’s all love cause we folk like that

Guaranteed, now we bout like that

Kinetic 9, Bob Digi

Yo we out like that

For y’all niggas gettin high we go like this

Bong bong.

Pop that shit.