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