The Drop Off
RZA Lyrics


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Yo, yo, yo, yo bobby
What up, what up? I can't really hear you
Ayo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave sha' ten
Make sure he drops them shits off
I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred
(What up?) Can you hear me? Can you hear me? (Uh huh)
Yo make the drop off, don't forget man!
I got niggas on the block, block
Niggas with them gats, gats
Niggas on the strip, strip
Puffin' them packs, packs
To my workers that stays sharp like razors
Play my part and blaze it, we Braveheart with paper
My niggas got that dutch, dutch
Niggas got that black, black
Niggas got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap
My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
Everything you seen, we lived it
Nigga front then we get at duke
Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
Cut you like a cantaloupe
Like Iverson the truth and the answer
I'm the poison and the antidote
Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw
We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy
Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' f-are-e
And my nigga crizzee baby, and my nigga digi baby
Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
Or shacrizzee baby, or lil' frizzee baby

Up in the drop-top boxter headin' the opposite
Direction of the cop inside the chopper
I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
This bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt
Ninety miles per hour I'm like "fuck these punks!"
It's the land of the free son, you only live once
You a smart motherfucker or you stupid dunce?
Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers
Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And my dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
And left the god with plenty chips

He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And his dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
And love to fuck with plenty chips

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' f-are-e
And my nigga crizzee baby, and my nigga digi baby
Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed




No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
Or shacrizzee baby, or lil' frizzee baby

Overall Meaning

The song "Drop Off" by RZA paints a picture of illegal drug trafficking and the luxuries that come with it. The first verse is a phone call between RZA and someone he trusts to make a delivery. He instructs them to drop off ten pounds of a substance and then goes on to mention that he is on his way back to Mexico to collect more of it. This sets the tone for the rest of the song, as RZA describes the people who work for him and the lifestyle that he has as a result of his illegal trade.


The second verse details the people who work for RZA - "niggas on the block," "niggas with them gats," etc. He describes them as being quick and efficient, able to handle any situation that comes their way. He also describes his own lifestyle, which includes drinking Grey Goose vodka with a girl in the passenger seat without any panties on. The speed at which they're traveling as well as the fact that they're heading in the opposite direction of a helicopter shows just how confident and powerful RZA feels.


The chorus is repeated several times throughout the song and talks about their disregard for traditional values such as tattoos on women. The last verse also repeats the idea that RZA has a lot of money, cars, and women, making him a target for both the police and other gangsters. The song leaves the impression that while the lifestyle may be exciting, it is ultimately dangerous and unsustainable.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, yo, yo, yo bobby
The singer greets someone named Bobby in a casual manner.


What up, what up? I can't really hear you
The singer is having trouble hearing Bobby and greets him again before stating his purpose.


Ayo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave sha' ten
The singer informs Bobby that he left ten pounds in the trunk and gave ten to another person named Sha' and asks him to make sure that Sha' drops them off as instructed.


Make sure he drops them shits off
The artist reminds Bobby to make sure that Sha' drops off the ten pounds he was given.


I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred
The artist informs Bobby that he is going back to Mexico to get another hundred pounds of something unspecified.


(What up?) Can you hear me? Can you hear me? (Uh huh)
The singer inquires if Bobby can hear him, confirming his audio quality through repetition.


Yo make the drop off, don't forget man!
The singer repeats his request for Bobby to make sure that Sha' drops off the ten pounds he was given.


I got niggas on the block, block
The artist claims to have people in the neighborhood.


Niggas with them gats, gats
The artist has people with guns in his group.


Niggas on the strip, strip
The artist has people in the business of selling drugs on the street.


Puffin' them packs, packs
The singer's associates are smoking marijuana.


To my workers that stays sharp like razors
The artist praises his hardworking employees, comparing their alertness to that of a sharp razor.


Play my part and blaze it, we Braveheart with paper
The singer claims to be doing his best job and, together with his crew, is motivated by financial gain.


My niggas got that dutch, dutch
The singer's associates have quality marijuana.


Niggas got that black, black
The singer's associates have different strains of marijuana that are presumably darker in color.


Niggas got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap
The artist's associates have a woman performing oral sex on them.


My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
The artist's crew does not wait for opportunities; they create them.


Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
The singer's team has various methods to make money, which they constantly improve and modify.


Everything you seen, we lived it
The singer's crew is well-abreast with the street life.


Nigga front then we get at duke
The artist and his associates retaliate if someone acts aggressively towards them.


Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
The artist uses a basketball analogy to compare his sexual prowess and preference for unprotected sex.


Cut you like a cantaloupe
The artist will hurt his enemies as if he's cutting a cantaloupe.


Like Iverson the truth and the answer
The singer compares himself to Allen Iverson, a basketball player with a strong reputation for honesty and accuracy on the court.


I'm the poison and the antidote
The artist is both dangerous and provides the cure to a problem.


Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw
The singer and his associates do not engage in unprotected sex, regardless of the attractiveness of the partner.


We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
The singer and his associates navigate the streets strategically, just like the castles on a chessboard.


Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy
The singer's associates are driving in a Lexus 4 and drinking Beck's beer.


Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for
The artist is wealthy and can afford to shop in the most prominent stores. He is influential and worth checking in on.


Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
The artist and his associates intend to use their money to buy marijuana.


No tattoo on titties, sayin' f-are-e
The singer's preference for people who do not have tattoos stating disrespectful phrases.


And my nigga crizzee baby, and my nigga digi baby
The singer shows his affection for his associates even in situations where they intend to use their money to buy marijuana.


Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
The artist and his associates intend to use their money to buy marijuana.


No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
The artist's preference for people who do not have tattoos with disrespectful phrases, instead suggesting the name, Bob Digi.


Or shacrizzee baby, or lil' frizzee baby
The artist shows his affection for his associates, mentioning two of them by their nicknames.


Up in the drop-top boxter headin' the opposite
The singer and a companion are in a Porsche Boxster convertible car, driving in the opposite direction of the police helicopter.


Direction of the cop inside the chopper
The artist is driving in the opposite direction of a police helicopter.


I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
The singer is carrying a bottle of Grey Goose vodka.


This bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
The singer is sexually intimate with a naked woman at his side.


Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
The singer is carrying ten pounds of high-quality marijuana in the automotive trunk of his vehicle.


Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt
The artist's female companion is similar to a bird smoking marijuana, the artist is about to climax and is stimulatively touching the woman's genital area.


Ninety miles per hour I'm like 'fuck these punks!'
The artist is driving very fast, defying the police and mocking their authority.


It's the land of the free son, you only live once
The singer celebrates the USA's meaning of freedom and their take on the famous Latin maxim, emphasizing a carpe diem attitude.


You a smart motherfucker or you stupid dunce?
The singer challenges Bobby's intelligence by questioning whether he is smart or not.


Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
Music is playing and the naked woman at the artist's side is sexually stimulated, sounding like she is singing.


Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers
The artist is noticing the woman's bodily fluid on his fingers.


Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
The artist is smelling his fingers and strategizing their next move.


Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
The singer slams his foot on the gas pedal, urging the car to go as fast as possible.


Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
The artist is following instructions and making the necessary driving maneuvers with a sound effect.


Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
The singer pulls into a garage and parks his car, which is a Lexus.


I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
The singer is in possession of many cars, guns, and women.


And my dick's been sucked by many lips
The singer's penis has encountered and found pleasure from many women's participation.


Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
The artist has access to a lot of money, Vicks (medications), and guns.


And left the god with plenty chips
The artist is financially well-off and currently in good standing.


He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
The singer refers to another person, saying that he has many cars, guns, and women like he does.


And his dick's been sucked by many lips
The same person has multiple women who have serviced his penis, similar to the singer.


Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
Like the artist, the other person also has money, Vicks, and guns.


And love to fuck with plenty chips
The other person, like the artist, enjoys sexual intercourse and is financially well-off.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Freedom Drayton, Robert F. Diggs, William Jonathan Drayton

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FAVORITE SONG OFF ALBUM

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Mine too... it was always my favourite track from first listen..never really appreciated this album until more recently, now that I’m older. Such a fire album 👌

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RZA= the new PROOF

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