Chorus: Rah Digga



Flipmode the Imperial

You know you love it when you hear us on the radio

Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo

or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco

And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go

You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video

With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though

Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'

Blow!



(Rah Digga)

It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner

The only shit poppin like White Castle or the Donna

Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast

Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad

Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly

Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me

Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em

The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin

Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks

Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks

Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks

And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks

And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me

Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli

Livin off the interest

Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers



Chorus



(Busta Rhymes)

Ay yo yo yo

Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll

Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all

I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all

Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all

I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all

Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all

Trample niggas like y'all

Make examples outta niggas like y'all

Grit