[Intro]

1, 2, yo

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Chorus]

Bobby, come on baby

Let's lay down and let's get some sleep (Word)

Bobby.. come here baby

Lay down, let's get some sleep

[Verse 1: Bobby Digital]

One two, yo, 280 grains of gun powder stuffed inside the cartridge

Split your wig, drive you off the Geothal's Bridge

Wild like a fiend of Herkimer

Scholastic type brain like Ivan van Sertima

I've got wolves that'll murder ya for a veggie burger

Spaghetti heads, meet the heavy burner

I put a oodle up in ya noodle

Then I hеad to the dread spot for a bag of that doodoo

Black photographic, I don't know no magic

But I know how to hold a 4 automatic

Add a nickel to it son if you havе to add it

Better make sure ya kevlaar is steel padded

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I've got beaucoup cess

Get pupu from best bitches plus I shoot through vests

Drive Fast Cars, crash bars at 5 AM

Stash jars of hash inside the backyard

[Chorus]

Bobby, come on baby

Let's lay down and let's get some sleep (Word)

Bobby.. come here baby

Lay down, let's get some sleep

[Verse 2: Bobby Digital]

I can't sleep like a child on Christmas Eve

Like a tender head girl in a shop gettin' a weave

Like a woman in labour about to produce the seed

Or Method Man with PlayStation and an ounce of weed

Some say it's hard to distinguish, my form of broken English

When spoke, the light I provide it cannot be extinguished

Or eclipsed by a thousand moons, I stay in tune

And praise the Most High past the day of the doom

I squeeze black rubber grip 22 D's on the rims

Squeal out, leavin' black rubber skids

Other kids couldn't match to the old Pistol Pete Rock, beat stop

The heat pops, you better get your mother, kid

This is Bad News Bears, like Eddie Munster

I keep a dragon under my stairs

Plus a gun in my hat, ain't no runnin' from that

Ain't no runnin' with that pack

The Poison Apple, dunn, I crush Kings

Get my daily protein from rice and crushed beans Leap over a fierce MC in a single bounce Detect the name of a song from a single sound You get blown from a single round of a tre-pound, last wiz you heard was that single sound BLAP! Now you flame tingles, you don't want to mingle around Check it son, I raise ya Sun ya get burnt in a twinkle In the spin of a rim goin' 80,000 RPM Girls be like, nah be him, that grilly be sparkin' shit And give these other dogs ideas they be barkin' with Whether landin' airplanes or parkin' whips Sippin' on that Goose or sparkin' spliffs I put ya head in a vicegrip Have my man tag the W with a ice pick Buy ya girl a pair of nice tits So you know that I keep all my ho's in some nice shit Tell ya moms I said nice lips And she must've been bustin' ya ass cuz her hands had a nice grip And tell ya pops get off that Ike shit Or I'ma go across his mothafuckin' head on some old pipe shit Y'all jump like some Mexican beans I move with the most excellent team We invested in jeans and we invested in teens

[Chorus]

Bobby, come on baby

Let's lay down and let's get some sleep (Word)

Bobby.. come here baby

Lay down, let's get some sleep