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You it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me Just when you think we we hit y'all we got plenty mo'
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as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly Labels to death to let their artist bomb with me you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em The ruggedest bitch, don't rhyme about gunnin'
Got joints circulating like them old flicks Buncha Rah Digga on some big body chicks Throw my shit in your hoopty or luxury trucks And make the quickest around like 'dro for 20 bucks
And I'll still be the if this rap shit fail me Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the Livin' off the Sippin' on Tequila my logo on the side Of 18 wheelers
Flipmode the You know you it when you hear us on the radio Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your Or in the up in your Jeeps or in the disco And if you want the fly shit, my here we go
You know Digga lookin' pretty in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me Just when you we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'
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the Imperial You know you love it 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 nigga we go
You know it's Digga 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 we got plenty mo'
Aiyo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lotsa wack While I roll with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit Black chick with intellect, who wanna match Write my own so can't no nigga tell me jack shit
Master shit, exclusive across the map and shit Presenting the first of the squad so give me dap and shit Sayin' peace when you see me, the role like Ally Sheedy And I ain't join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy
Yo, make sure you see what we now, put on your binoculars Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Popular Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the for ya Longest runnin' since the phantom of the opera
Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the spoken philosophers Holding a 12-shot semi a little red dot for ya First and only female unmatched by Rip it from old to the next millenium
the Imperial 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 up in your Jeeps or in the disco And if you the fly shit, my nigga 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'