Rah Digga - Tight Lyrics
Intro:Ah damn, digga gone done and did a remix. what you gonna do now partner?(laughs)(monch)Yes it the selectable messages, hard,Mammary glands, necklaces, breasts'es, largeCamrys, lands, lexusesExecutive suits, forget about the exodusConsecutive beats, narrated without the negative??? cracking, cause we can make it, happenWe're gone quick, tell a friend "ohhh shit"Intelligent rap fiend with relevant rhyme flow,Benevolent, from beneath the sedimentWith no speech impedimentImpeach the president?I don't know, i'm hesitantWhen i step through, you know i rep the medicinePerfect poetry, peddling word flows, you meddlingIn my business? that's when i got to jettisonThe nigga with the big ballsGirls wanna maul meDrop jewels like you was jewelers with cerebral palsyMy road dogs explode on, flipmode flip menSpit in a nigga water like, ms. jane pittman.(rah digga)Now, who we be writing rhymes all night?(monch)Pharoahe moch in the house and my plans is tight!(rah digga)Now, who we got next on the mic?Rah digga in the house and my plans is tight!(rah digga)A black queenYou best believe i stack cream for the nine-niggy-nineEverytime diggy rhymeLike a thousand mother*****ers going "yes yes y'all"Make em scramble like a stabbing up in the mess hallTighter than pumps on fat ladiesFlows like the liquid in the ivs stuck in crack babiesPreproduction, stay booming in my tenantOn your radio tighter than the sweats on richard simmonsRah-d-i, going for dolo like i'm cokoOne the lo-lo, spending my show dough in sohoTight, lyrical pro yo, verbal style linguistLike q or the genius, speak a little broken englishGet backstreet money, tax free moneyClak-clak any fool try to jack me moneyLick proper, ain't no other chick hotterVoice alone scare your ass to death like stigmata(rah digga)Now, who be writing rhymes all night?Rah digga in the house and my plans is tight!Who we got next on the mic?(lord have mercy)Lord have in the house and my plans is tight!(lord have mercy)King of my castleShanghai, swinging my lassoIn each hood, and stay unforgivenLike eastwoodQuick shooter, long clip, rugerVillain in trench coatsWalk the evil that men spokeCreep on your kin-folkInvent flows that sweep the streets oftenStone cold like steve austin indeed, alsoThe all city, the raw, grittyLandlord banned from tv in large cities, nigga slay a squadPray to god i'm just rated rWhen i pickle hearts in labeled jarsSpit fatal barsTally-ho, tally-ho i murder a cameoRapid fire like a callico, scatter foesTrapped and dying, federale homes, battle zonesShined in alleys, chromed, east coast to cali homesLaying down 'fore them federals get meGot hits while you cath bricks like i'm reginald deny(rah digga)Now, who be writing rhymes all night?Rah digga in the house and my plans is tight!Peace to the ones that don't bite!Lord have in the house in the plans is tight!Now, who be writing rhymes all night?Pharoahe moch in the house and the plans is tight!Peace to the ones that don't bite!Flipmode in the house in the plans is tight!(outro)That's right ya'll, tight remix. featuring ph-ph-ph-ph-pharoaheM-m-m-m-monch, lord have mercy, and the first and only female of the flipmodeSquad, rah digga. everytime i learn the words to a song, somebody make aRemix...
