Text: RZA. Digi Snacks. Love Is Digi/Part II.

Your love so Digi, ah
You make me dizzy, ah
Your love so Digi, ah

Yo, heart poundin?, chart bounded
God astounded, well rounded
Lost and founded, stay surrounded
By these hoes who can't count it

Park the whip then dismount it
Forty ounce, yeah I down 'em
Shorties drowns in pools of love
With these ounces I be loungin?

Roof thugs chew on slugs
Maneuver through hoods and clubs
Purple kush by the bush
Dick is curved like Nike swoosh

Push, push in this bush
Guaranteed to make her shush
Red bone, head on tilt
Six hundred cell phone bill

Big trucks, shell toe wheels
Velcro's loose, hell hold feels
Sell no pills, sell no deals
Niggas' styles, just no frills

You best to chill, nigga
Nigga, yeah, you best to chill

Yo, women I love 'em, leave 'em
Lust 'em but I don't trust 'em
The reason most men be buggin?
My lovin' Digi, you heard me?

My finger fuck 'em
They sell me off in return
Women I love 'em
They love me back in return

I'm just a young man
Head smart, cock strong
Got my swag on
Throw a mean dart, fuck it, we on

And got this fly talk
I kick that ass to the curb
You on the sidewalk
You gon' respect the Don?s words

Your love so Digi, ah
You make me dizzy, ah

Hypnotized by her hips and thighs
Beastin? on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie
The H E Double N E, Double S Y
Got me in the vibe, her ass is super sized

I can see the future up in her eyes
We'll be dumb high, keep her occupied
Til' the sunrise, I beat it up right
Then she can't deny she heard the roosters cry

Break her ass down with some crucial lines
Nasty darts known to seduce the mind
She all up in my world, she ain't even my girl
But she knowin? my world produce dollar signs

Whispered in my ear she'll swallow mine
Like she don't do this freaky type of shit all the time
Like she was the one or her head was that bum
I be dumb, sprung and just call her mine

Your love so Digi, ah
You make me dizzy, ah
Your love so Digi, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah