Domestic Violence, Pt. 2 Lyrics
| Song | Domestic Violence, Pt. 2 |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Digital Bullet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Gipp | |
| [RZA] You ain't shhh | |
| Ya momma ain't shhh | |
| Your daddy ain't shit | |
| Your pussy ain't shhh | |
| Bitch, you ain't shhh | |
| Your friends ain't shh | |
| Your whip ain't shhh | |
| Pocketbook ain't shhh | |
| You talk that shhh | |
| But girl you ain't shhh | |
| Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh | |
| You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit | |
| Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh | |
| You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like | |
| I wear the pants dada, | |
| I'm the boss papa | |
| I'm a Survivor! | |
| I play the course dada | |
| They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha | |
| See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man | |
| But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man | |
| You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is | |
| Peter Pan | |
| Strap on the | |
| KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend [Big Gipp] | |
| I know the type, come down and take a little pipe | |
| Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't fuck you right" | |
| Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards | |
| Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the | |
| Boulevard | |
| Now I didn't | |
| I see, didn't | |
| I see you walk on the porno flicks | |
| Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit | |
| Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world | |
| And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl [Chorus: Big Gipp] | |
| You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit | |
| Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch | |
| You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit | |
| Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit [Chorus: RZA] | |
| You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit | |
| Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch | |
| You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit | |
| Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch [Big Gipp] | |
| Hey Bobby, | |
| I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber | |
| More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter | |
| Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want and what you need, and what you get is two different things | |
| Pulled over, | |
| Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain | |
| Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus | |
| Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of [?] lush | |
| Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than | |
| Wild Turkey liquor | |
| Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but | |
| I'd rather forget her nigga [RZA] | |
| Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, | |
| Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle | |
| And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow | |
| I met this | |
| Caramel Sundae, her name was | |
| Betty Boo | |
| She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!) | |
| I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter | |
| She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water | |
| And Sun Dew, the whole | |
| Clan used to run threw | |
| Her Power | |
| U, then just bless her wit the hair doo | |
| Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted | |
| One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it [Chorus: RZA] | |
| Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit | |
| Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch | |
| You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit | |
| Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch [Chorus: Big Gipp] | |
| You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit | |
| Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch | |
| You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit | |
| Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch [Outro: RZA] | |
| Fuckin' around, nigga from | |
| Israel Bobby | |
| Digital, Big | |
| Gipp a/k/a | |
| Mute Straight from the underground, we gone |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Gipp | |
| RZA You ain' t shhh | |
| Ya momma ain' t shhh | |
| Your daddy ain' t shit | |
| Your pussy ain' t shhh | |
| Bitch, you ain' t shhh | |
| Your friends ain' t shh | |
| Your whip ain' t shhh | |
| Pocketbook ain' t shhh | |
| You talk that shhh | |
| But girl you ain' t shhh | |
| Your momma ain' t shhh, your daddy ain' t shhh | |
| You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain' t shit | |
| Your friends ain' t shit, you whip ain' t shhh | |
| You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like | |
| I wear the pants dada, | |
| I' m the boss papa | |
| I' m a Survivor! | |
| I play the course dada | |
| They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha | |
| See I don' t need a man, don' t need to see a man | |
| But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man | |
| You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is | |
| Peter Pan | |
| Strap on the | |
| KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend Big Gipp | |
| I know the type, come down and take a little pipe | |
| Then run up and call me cupcakes, say " I didn' t fuck you right" | |
| Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards | |
| Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the | |
| Boulevard | |
| Now I didn' t | |
| I see, didn' t | |
| I see you walk on the porno flicks | |
| Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit | |
| Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world | |
| And you qualify, my book here' s a nasty girl Chorus: Big Gipp | |
| You ain' t shit, yo mama ain' t shit | |
| Yo daddy ain' t shit, yo pussy ain' t shit, bitch | |
| You ain' t shit, your friends ain' t shit | |
| Your whip ain' t shit, pocketbook ain' t shit Chorus: RZA | |
| You ain' t shit, yo daddy ain' t shit | |
| Yo mama ain' t shit, and yo pussy ain' t shit, bitch | |
| You ain' t shit, your friends ain' t shit | |
| Your whip ain' t shit, pocketbook ain' t shit, bitch Big Gipp | |
| Hey Bobby, | |
| I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber | |
| More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter | |
| Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want and what you need, and what you get is two different things | |
| Pulled over, | |
| Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain | |
| Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus | |
| Gipp ain' t never been touched, left insane, drunk off of ? lush | |
| Hush, shitkicker licker, stronger than | |
| Wild Turkey liquor | |
| Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but | |
| I' d rather forget her nigga RZA | |
| Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, | |
| Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle | |
| And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow | |
| I met this | |
| Caramel Sundae, her name was | |
| Betty Boo | |
| She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew fuck no! fuck no! | |
| I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter | |
| She filled her baby' s baba up with toilet water | |
| And Sun Dew, the whole | |
| Clan used to run threw | |
| Her Power | |
| U, then just bless her wit the hair doo | |
| Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted | |
| One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it Chorus: RZA | |
| Cuz you ain' t shit, yo mama ain' t shit | |
| Yo daddy ain' t shit, yo cousins ain' t shit, bitch | |
| You ain' t shit, yo whip ain' t shit | |
| Pocketbook ain' t shit and yo friends ain' t shit, bitch Chorus: Big Gipp | |
| You ain' t shit, yo folks ain' t shit | |
| Yo lawyer ain' t shit, yo bumper car ain' t shit, bitch | |
| You ain' t shit, yo boyfriend ain' t shit | |
| Your last name ain' t shit, your whole family ain' t shit, bitch Outro: RZA | |
| Fuckin' around, nigga from | |
| Israel Bobby | |
| Digital, Big | |
| Gipp a k a | |
| Mute Straight from the underground, we gone |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Gipp | |
| RZA You ain' t shhh | |
| Ya momma ain' t shhh | |
| Your daddy ain' t shit | |
| Your pussy ain' t shhh | |
| Bitch, you ain' t shhh | |
| Your friends ain' t shh | |
| Your whip ain' t shhh | |
| Pocketbook ain' t shhh | |
| You talk that shhh | |
| But girl you ain' t shhh | |
| Your momma ain' t shhh, your daddy ain' t shhh | |
| You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain' t shit | |
| Your friends ain' t shit, you whip ain' t shhh | |
| You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like | |
| I wear the pants dada, | |
| I' m the boss papa | |
| I' m a Survivor! | |
| I play the course dada | |
| They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha | |
| See I don' t need a man, don' t need to see a man | |
| But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man | |
| You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is | |
| Peter Pan | |
| Strap on the | |
| KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend Big Gipp | |
| I know the type, come down and take a little pipe | |
| Then run up and call me cupcakes, say " I didn' t fuck you right" | |
| Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards | |
| Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the | |
| Boulevard | |
| Now I didn' t | |
| I see, didn' t | |
| I see you walk on the porno flicks | |
| Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit | |
| Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world | |
| And you qualify, my book here' s a nasty girl Chorus: Big Gipp | |
| You ain' t shit, yo mama ain' t shit | |
| Yo daddy ain' t shit, yo pussy ain' t shit, bitch | |
| You ain' t shit, your friends ain' t shit | |
| Your whip ain' t shit, pocketbook ain' t shit Chorus: RZA | |
| You ain' t shit, yo daddy ain' t shit | |
| Yo mama ain' t shit, and yo pussy ain' t shit, bitch | |
| You ain' t shit, your friends ain' t shit | |
| Your whip ain' t shit, pocketbook ain' t shit, bitch Big Gipp | |
| Hey Bobby, | |
| I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber | |
| More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter | |
| Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want and what you need, and what you get is two different things | |
| Pulled over, | |
| Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain | |
| Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus | |
| Gipp ain' t never been touched, left insane, drunk off of ? lush | |
| Hush, shitkicker licker, stronger than | |
| Wild Turkey liquor | |
| Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but | |
| I' d rather forget her nigga RZA | |
| Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, | |
| Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle | |
| And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow | |
| I met this | |
| Caramel Sundae, her name was | |
| Betty Boo | |
| She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew fuck no! fuck no! | |
| I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter | |
| She filled her baby' s baba up with toilet water | |
| And Sun Dew, the whole | |
| Clan used to run threw | |
| Her Power | |
| U, then just bless her wit the hair doo | |
| Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted | |
| One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it Chorus: RZA | |
| Cuz you ain' t shit, yo mama ain' t shit | |
| Yo daddy ain' t shit, yo cousins ain' t shit, bitch | |
| You ain' t shit, yo whip ain' t shit | |
| Pocketbook ain' t shit and yo friends ain' t shit, bitch Chorus: Big Gipp | |
| You ain' t shit, yo folks ain' t shit | |
| Yo lawyer ain' t shit, yo bumper car ain' t shit, bitch | |
| You ain' t shit, yo boyfriend ain' t shit | |
| Your last name ain' t shit, your whole family ain' t shit, bitch Outro: RZA | |
| Fuckin' around, nigga from | |
| Israel Bobby | |
| Digital, Big | |
| Gipp a k a | |
| Mute Straight from the underground, we gone |
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