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Rah Digga - The imperial

Tekst :

CHORUS:
Flipmode the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in streets up in your jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go
You know it s Digga lookin pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don t hear me though
Just when you think we re done
We hit y all, we got plenty more
Blow!

[Rah]
It be s the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin like White Castle or the Donna
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad
Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
Labels scared to death to let they artist bomb with me
Cause you can send your thuggest MC
And watch me son em
The ruggedest bitch, don t even rhyme about gunnin
Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks
Bunch of Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around like dro for 20 bucks
And I ll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me
Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli
Livin off the interest
Sippin on Tequila
With my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers

CHORUS

[Busta]
Ay ay yo yo
Raze and dazzle niggaz like ya ll
Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggaz like y all
I got the thing that ll majorly handle niggaz like y all
Fight y all, bust a semi and cancel niggaz like y all
I know some joke niggaz who love to hassle niggaz like y all
Talk and fix and simply dance on niggaz like y all
Trample niggaz like y all
Make examples outta niggaz like y all
Grit their teeth
And cock the hammer up inside the dance hall
Thugs, here s another sample for niggaz like ya ll
Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle
For niggaz like y all
Fight for niggaz like y all
Grab the mic from motherfuckaz like y all
Blow the spot in the night for all my niggaz like y all
My get high niggaz, I blaze for niggaz like y all
Stink the spot up with dro now spray the fuckin Lysol
You know we be the ultimate
We fuckin with some other shit
And when we hit y all
Yes we sit and watch ya ll niggaz ride the dick

CHORUS

[Busta]
Ay yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lots of wack shit
While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit

[Rah]
Black chick with intellect, who wanna match wits?
Write my own rhymes so can t no niggaz tell me jack shit

[Busta]
Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
Presenting the first lady of the squad
So give me dap and shit

[Rah]
Sayin peace when you see me
Play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain t gon join your cipher
If the weed is too seedy

[Busta]
Yo, make sure you see what we doing
Now put on your binoculars
Then I gas ya like a paid latino
Down at Banco Popular

[Rah]
Rah Digga underground and gon always blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin shit since the phantom of the opera

[Busta]
Bus-a-Bus, going down as
One of the greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12 shot semi with a little red dot for ya

[Rah]
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millenium

CHORUS

Rah Digga - Do the ladies run this

Tekst :

1 - [Rah Digga]
Do the ladies run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah!)
Do the ladies run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah!)
Put it down for the bitches all across the map
All the real live bitches all across the map
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead

[Sonya Blade]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I m on the roll like butter
Flow gutter, fuck what a bitch going through
Do or die is what you gon do
I warn you it s gonna get you and your guys killed
With my skills stay on your toes like high heels
And handle bars like bikes bout to blow like innertubes
See me in the tube in the views to interludes
Never see me in the nude, Blade gon bend the rules
Lock the street coming through with more rocks than Pete
I m into jewels I will not repeat
Y all obsolete, Sonya Blade y all
It s murder when they drop the beat
I spit it once
I m hungry spit at lunch
One take, I hate boxes so I don t punch
I got a hunch, y all figure
Y all gon stop my figgas
Get on some rah-rah with Eve and Rah Digga
But these my niggas so please my niggas
Stop the Blade from where you don t know nann nigga

Repeat 1

[Eve]
Yo, yo now why y all wanna make me get raw
This bitch gon split ya, get tha picture
Call yourselves emcees, titles don t even fit ya
How they gonna stop us Digga?
Try-na shine, the rest of them bitches
Is past tense and out of time
Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered
Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered
When real bitches get to rockin , heads knockin
All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin
All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live
Ice grillin eyein my clothes, I m eyein the crib
E-V-E spell it out when you speak about her
The only one out the bunch to hate
The rest gon crowd around her
Majority rules, it s our time, back the fuck up
Cause the shit you sayin out your mouth
Make me crack the fuck up
Laugh hard cause we pass y all so dash broad
Lay my shit by myself in the booth
While y all need flash cards

Repeat 1

[Rah Digga]
Yeah, check it out now
Like that y all
Watch me sink three points
Smash your whole LP with just my lead joint
It s the rhyme super bitch gon stay forever wildin
Smooth with the pen, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen
Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot shit
Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic
Smash your clique in
Y all niggas only heard tidbits
I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted
One-two, one-two
Your whole crew I dismantle
Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
With drogues to spark wait for shows to start
My put my niggas down if they know their parts
Caramel give em hell from Bricks to Anadel
Rappers try-na compete get ate like Samuel
By a sister who twist a few L s rip it dually
The song say It Ain t My Fault like Mystikal

Repeat 1 (2x)

Rah Digga - What we gonna do

Tekst :

[Rah Digga]
Megahertz

[Verse 1]
Another day in the life, kickin for all thug bunnies
Paper chase them self, or say man blood money
Schemin ass honey tryin to get my shine
Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind
Summertime s here, Daisy Dukes are in order
Swingin with my cousin a little thick, a little shorter
Five in the whip, we like to flow thick
CD s in a clip, let s take a road trip
Sayin what we gonna do now, dice some trees
Take a ride in the Range through the block and skeez
We conceited asses, wavin to the masses
Cats doin wheelies on they bikes fly past us
Headin to the mall or maybe to Phil s
Steady cruisin down 5th, through one chat and the grill
Stores closin , down goes the sun
Everybody get ready, here comes the real fun

[Hook]
(Ah, ooh)
Yeah y all, you know what s goin down
Jumpin in the whip and we rollin around town
Wildin out see ya layin all on the ground
Mre heat and there s plenty to go around
Party people come shake it over here, just bounce
Got chu throwin ya hands all in the air, just bounce
Everybody go shake it over there, just bounce
Blowin the spot up like we don t care (Ah, ooh)

[Verse 2]
Now we done huffed about an ounce up
R and Gina, my cousin flirtin with the bouncer
The second round s on me, D-I-G
The third is your s, come time to mop the dance floor
See, we ain t payin so debt that due
Cali clubs be the shit, since they close at two
I m a socializer, y all know my steez
Whether mountin at Spagra or grimey at Speed
Ya might see me solo or with a bunch of dimes
Or ridin shotgun when I m jottin punch lines
Or maybe with the squad, Rah, and BK style
First lady profile, no more chicks allowed
Sayin what we gonna do now, blow the set
Take a ride down to Philly, check grand and Moet
But back to the bricks, have drinks at my bar
I m the real ghetto superstar

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
We bring the night to a close
Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows
What we gonna do now, take it down
No, after-hours on the other side of town (HO!)
Come on swing with me if ya able
Corner reserved and they gotta pool table
The music jumpin better than the club
Champagne in the house, every DJ show love
But all good things must come to end
Headed back to the whip, turn parking lot pimp
Just when ya thought it couldn t get no thicker
Shorty gotta hurl, says she can t hold liquor
Food gettin dropped off first, please
Time to roll another L, hot cakes and Mickey D s
Peace, peace y all here s one for the road
Hit me off on the jack for the next episode

[Hook x2]

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