Windpipe

Lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Digital] Yo, Yo, Yo Doodododo boodododo Yo, pssh, yo, yo [Verse 1: Bobby Digital] Parked the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph sign in pass with a gold tip Sharpie Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch While you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch Underground left and right pan surround sound can't re-scan Be an enhanced video tape, Steadicam Gold and chrome Desert Eagle never left at home To the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my seed and Wiz well-cultured Kill enemies by mailing them the poison through postage I open and fold ya, Dirty fucked the ogre I'll leave the cats that book of food stamps, they make cold cuts Then buy some Equal, a fifty-sack of that lethal Or just be boostin' bloody cube steaks from Key Food [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What party can you go to and I ain't there You bitches acting like you don't care Yo, what party can you go to and I ain't there You bitches acting like you don't care What party can you go to and I ain't there You bitches acting like you don't care Yo, what party can you go to and I ain't there You bitches acting like you don't care [Pre-Verse: Bobby Digital] You bitches actin' like you don't care You bitches actin' like you.. yo! [Verse 2: Bobby Digital] Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks Gold and platinum fangs unstainable, I chew rocks Cybertech Digital suit deflect bullets Black hooded surrounded by 40 acres of wooded Land, like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan Tapes we dub, pound you with the ace of club Clobber your tree to a shrub Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub Passionate portrait, my bitch spread eagle, wild orchid Pussy so wet you could fuck it with a soft tipped dick Tickled her tonsil, you could hear her coughin' I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra Starks might fuck Mya [Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard over Bobby Digital] I'm the pussy vampire I don't wanna work no more I want my own island, not Shaolin ..while I'm talking [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What party can you go to and I ain't there You bitches acting like you don't care What party can you go to and I ain't there You bitches acting like you don't care What party can you go to and I ain't there You bitches acting like you don't care What party can you go to and I ain't there You bitches acting like you don't care [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'm bent out, three days, two nights, yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise New York got their hand out Like I owe something, check their stance, they fronting I'm two seconds from twisting y'all shit over nothin' All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit your wrists To the maximum, hand me the forty, I'll thrash 'em Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho Running from two assaults from rap and I might blow World Cup, some been blessed with the Stanley Ivan Lendl autographed racket with the hankey Sideline maneuver, polished wax, emcee remover Niggas with long nails cutting me, leaving bruises Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks Came home, this dusthead dude tryna play me close Sweeping, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid I might do magic make him disappear Railroad that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of The King James version, displayed just like Samsung with effects That'll kill Roger's 007 Hanna Barbera, heart's the opposite of Bambi the deer Fuck with mics like Sonny & Cher Or maybe Captain & Tennille, Tanaka [?] golden sale Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale Shallah Price all up in your dogged-out trench When I snatched that, shit was broke, shoulda sent your ass back And where's the key to the hatchback Pop that, get in, throw a bag full of mics in there, respect that [Chorus: female singer] What party can you go to and Wu ain't there These niggas acting like they don't care What party can you go to and Wu ain't there These hoes acting like they don't care What party can you go to and Wu ain't there These niggas acting like they don't care What party can you go to and Wu ain't there These hoes acting like they don't care What party can you go to and Wu ain't there These niggas acting like they don't care What party can you go to and Wu ain't there These hoes acting like they don't care What party can you go to and Wu ain't there These hoes acting like they don't care What party can you go