Rah Digga - Tight
Tekst :
Yeah, Rah Digga 99, Flipmode, Outsidaz, shit tightdown to the coochie, yeah, check it
[And I] And I say whats tight
cuz a sista write rhymes all day and all night
Rolling south of the Hudson
New Jerusalem, in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I m true bad]
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
with doo rags hangin from my pockets
[Me] Me, tha rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]
So recognize, I make a niggas eyes come alive off of five two fives
Scars the camoflauge
I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
We re takin mad people titles
Wetter than a resevoir
Lurking in the bushes striking blows like Chesa Marco named Hasana
Warmer than a bomber, hotter than a region of Ghana
Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana
[Chorus]
Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight [Tight]
Peace to the ones that don t bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won t say Paco
I swind to the Vill for some waffles and some beef falafel
Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT
Dirtier than an overseas shipment of keys
I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS
Call me Shay Digga
Plotting over loops like the eight figures
Baby I m hard, pepresent the feminist God [What?] that gets blunted
Watch rhymes runnin, over, see me in a camo Range Rover [Shot]
And I won t stop for Jake
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you
Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?]
Polo curls, diggin all the rapper shit like they go-go girls
[Chorus]
WHO THA TIGHTEST? I rock with laryngitis
Gold s good for Midas, but I want the highest
So don t try me cuz I be the bitch [I swear]
I ll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair [Yeah]
I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott, go forward
Your chance of defeating me is morbid
Cuz I get you opin like the coming of the Pope when I group shit tighter
than a 3 piece suit [Peace, peace]
Peace to niggas I rhyme wit
My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalming [We pros]
I decompose,any rapper to tha bone, down to they X and Y chromosome
So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics [Bow, bitch]
Cuz I ll be the only one salvaged
Number one imported like Beck s
Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX
[Hook]
Tight, Tight, Aight?, and the plans is tight, etc.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
AllI Ask Of You
RAOUL
No more talk
of darkness,
Forget these
wide-eyed fears.
I m here,
nothing can harm you -
my words will
warm and calm you.
Let me be
your freedom,
let daylight
dry -your tears.
I m here,
with you, beside you,
to guard you
and to guide you . . .
CHRISTINE
Say you love me
every
waking moment,
turn my head
with talk of summertime . . .
Say you need...
No more talk
of darkness,
Forget these
wide-eyed fears.
I m here,
nothing can harm you -
my words will
warm and calm you.
Let me be
your freedom,
let daylight
dry -your tears.
I m here,
with you, beside you,
to guard you
and to guide you . . .
CHRISTINE
Say you love me
every
waking moment,
turn my head
with talk of summertime . . .
Say you need...
Little girl
Venice night, at five o clock, the station, hazy light
A sleeping bum, a single girl, she s leaving overnight
And she knows that it s forever, and she ll never ever return
In Italy, on holidays, she had to see Da Vinci s style
A sleeping bum, a single girl, she s leaving overnight
And she knows that it s forever, and she ll never ever return
In Italy, on holidays, she had to see Da Vinci s style
First lullaby
Evening sun is going down
Out on the ocean
Wind is blowin round and round
And this is your home
It s our home now
Here s the place we go to sleep
And here is your garden
I ve got one...
Out on the ocean
Wind is blowin round and round
And this is your home
It s our home now
Here s the place we go to sleep
And here is your garden
I ve got one...
Intro
[Juvenile]
C mon, c mon, hmmm, c mon, c mon, c mon,
Bitches is pulling out they best suits,
gangstas is getting dressed too,
Don t even underestimate the power of a test tube,
Its a fasho shot, some of these niggas know not,
C mon, c mon, hmmm, c mon, c mon, c mon,
Bitches is pulling out they best suits,
gangstas is getting dressed too,
Don t even underestimate the power of a test tube,
Its a fasho shot, some of these niggas know not,
Aleje Jerozolimskie
Gdzieś na obrzeżach wielkiego miasta
Gdzieś na jego przedmieściach
W przyczepach campingowych kochają się
Handlarze parówkami i sprośnymi obrazkami
To oni moja siostro za nasze pieniądze
Uprawiają miłość i konsumują dobra
Które my wytwarzamy w swojej dobroci
A oni nam je zabierają
Gdzieś na jego przedmieściach
W przyczepach campingowych kochają się
Handlarze parówkami i sprośnymi obrazkami
To oni moja siostro za nasze pieniądze
Uprawiają miłość i konsumują dobra
Które my wytwarzamy w swojej dobroci
A oni nam je zabierają