Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Rhumba , by - RZA. Song from the album Digital Bullet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.08.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: In The Paint
Song language: English
La Rhumba |
| Here we are. |
| Bobby, I was just wondering, you know |
| About me and you, tonight |
| If we could go to a little Rhumba |
| Dance, you just think about it and let me know |
| Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba |
| Ven baila, conmigo en esta Rhumba |
| Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba |
| Ven baila, conmigo en esta Rhumba |
| Rhumba? |
| What’s Rhumba? |
| I’m sayin though, what? |
| I’m sayin. |
| Yo, what up Butter Pec'? |
| Girl, you got me shy to speak |
| You the same dime piece that I saw last week |
| On the dancefloor, yo, the way you bligh |
| Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide |
| Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink |
| Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync' |
| My name is Bobby and I don’t usually dance that much |
| I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch |
| That lured me in like a fly into the spider’s web |
| Not these everyday hoes sweatin ghetto celebs |
| Powerule, I heard you got the good Power-U |
| Let’s slip to my crib for an hour or two |
| Hey, hey, hey. |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh. |
| Eh eh eh eh eh. |
| Hey Butter Pecan what’s that lingo you speakin? |
| It sound like, let’s me and you slide for the weekend (True) |
| I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in Your popi two-way beefin, let him know that you cheatin |
| Runnin 'round indecent exposed without no clothes |
| There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows |
| You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose |
| We can play doctor soon as I drop out ya bows |
| I don’t wanna dance baby girl, it’s like my legs is on strike |
| Boogie that ass to the bar, snatch a Remi, no ice |
| I’m in the corner, we can vibe all night |
| Polite, I need a bag of that grass |
| To blast me out of sight like a satellite |
| Bigga what up? |
| Yo, long time, good to see you |
| Look at shorty ass shakin like the system in my vehicle |
| Clubbin, 20 deep, buggin, all types of funny freaks |
| Mouths wide shut, we let our love for the money speak |
| Yo Open season, open fire, Beretta barbed wire |
| First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle |
| Up in the club with the pistol |
| This chick bumped into me like, «You Dig', you ain’t official» |
| Indeed, so? |
| Blow out your back, yo She was like, «Yo, nigro, nigro» |
| Puffin all that trash, you best to see so (so so) |
| So I introduced her nightcap, she was like, «I like that» |
| Later on tonight, you know, I gotta spit that |
| Flow and a half, blow at her back |
| I like it rough, and I hope she’s rough back |
| She was like say her name |
| I was like, «Say mine back» |
| She was like, «Yo, daddy, daddy, daddy» |
| I love it like that, Beretta stay givin it Power-U so good, I just might have to jizz in it |