Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Rhumba, artist - RZA. Album song Digital Bullet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |