Flipmode the You know you love it you hear us on the radio Go cop the joint and play the up in your stereo Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the And if you want the fly shit, my nigga we go
You know it's Digga lookin' in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't me though Just when you think we done we hit we got plenty mo'
It be's the mama, lip gloss and eyeliner The only shit poppin' White Castle or the Donna Rah Digga the joints that the DJ's blast Ghetto diva in the Source the 3 page ad
Watch as the hood rat messiah climb Labels scarred to to let their artist bomb with me 'Cause you can send your MC and watch me son 'em The bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin'
Got joints circulating like them old karate Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big chicks Throw my shit in hoopty or your luxury trucks And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20
And I'll still be the greatest if this rap fail me Back to bootleg flicks from out the deli off the interest Sippin' on Tequila with my on the side Of fuckin' 18
the Imperial You know you love it when you hear us on the Go cop the joint and the shit up in your stereo Or in the up in your Jeeps or in the disco And if you want the fly shit, my here we go
You it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you hear me though Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got mo'
Ay yo yo yo Raze and dazzle like y'all Spread niggas like you and niggas like y'all I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas y'all Fight y'all, a semi and cancel niggas like y'all
I know joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all Talk, and fix and dance on niggas like y'all Trample niggas y'all Make outta niggas like y'all Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up the dance hall
Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like Or for the ones who pass and light a Roman candle for niggas like Fight for niggas y'all the mic from motherfuckers like y'all Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas y'all
My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the Lysol You know we be the We fuckin' with some shit And when we hit Yes, we sit and ya'll niggas ride the dick
the Imperial You know you love it you hear us on the radio Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your Or in the streets up in your or in the disco And if you want the fly shit, my nigga we go
You know it's Digga lookin' in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't me though Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got mo'
Aiyo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lotsa shit While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap Black chick with intellect, who wanna wits? Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga me jack shit
shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit Presenting the lady of the squad so give me dap and shit Sayin' peace when you see me, the role like Ally Sheedy And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the too seedy
Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on binoculars Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Rah underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya Longest runnin' shit since the of the opera
Bus-a-Bus, going as one of the greatest spoken philosophers Holding a 12-shot semi with a red dot for ya First and female unmatched by anyone Rip it from old school to the next
the Imperial You know you it when you hear us on the radio Go cop the joint and play the up in your stereo Or in the streets up in Jeeps or in the disco And if you want the fly shit, my here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you hear me though Just when you think we done we hit we got plenty mo'