Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Shit tight, to the coochie Yeah, it
And I say what's a sista write rhymes all day and all night Dwellin' South of the Hudson, New In seclusion, using fake
Mind travels like a on two tabs With doo rags from my pockets Me, the rap bitch goes back to pediatrics Early left rappers you were straight vexin'
So recognize, I make a nigga come alive Off of five two fives, disguise the I shoot a virus out of my spirals mad priors For takin' mad titles
Wetter than a resevoir, lurking in the Striking like Chesamar code-name 'Hasana' Warmer than a bomber, hotter the region of Ghana Get loot like that Trump bitch,
Now, who be writin' all night Rah Digga in tha and my plans is tight to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is
A Black Queen, ya best believe my black jeans won't say I to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel Rap very tight got me different Dirtier than an overseas of KI's
I write these Tight Buttas, de la guttas, call me Sheik Digga Plotting over loops the eight figures I'm hard, represent the feminist God That gets blunted, rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Chop and I won't stop for And keep heat by the waist for that playa hate Now, show you the way to blow, better I tell you
Word to my beeper and my cellular, what? Polo Diggin' all the shit like they go-go girls
Now, who be writin' all night Rah in tha house and my plans is tight Peace to the ones that don't Rah in the house and my plans is tight
Who the tightest? I rock with Gold's good for Midas, but I want the So don't try me I be the bitch I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde
I blow up the like Dennis Scott Go forward, your chance of me is morbid 'Cuz I get you like the comin' of the Pope When I group shit tighter than a 3 suit
Peace to I rhyme wit' My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid embalmin' I decompose, any to the bone to they X and Y chromosome
So 'See My Name' in bold or Italics 'Cuz I'll be the one salvaged Number one imported Beck's Tighter than or more heads in a CRX
Now, who be writin' rhymes all Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is Peace to the that don't bite Rah in the house and my plans is tight
Now, who be rhymes all night Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is Peace to the ones that don't Rah Digga in the house and my is tight
Tight, tight, And the is tight Tight, tight, Tight, tight, And the is tight Tight, tight, One, two, three,