Rah Digga - Tight

Tekst :

Yeah, Rah Digga 99, Flipmode, Outsidaz, shit tight
down 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.

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    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...

    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

    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...

    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,

    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