Rah Digga - What's Up Wit That Lyrics
Ha, once againFirst and only female representin, yeahRah digga comin through you know what i'm sayinUhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, whatNow i'ma tell it like it aint never been toldWith the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-foldSpend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubsWith the crisp deep voice i lace with overdubsNow wassup, if by some haphazardYou see me in rolling stone or down the rapmasterUp in the slot where you used to rockYour shit suddenly drop and like wall street stopNow, the part that thrill me, what's up with thatCats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with thatHa ha ha ha that's fine, that's funnyNow they ass catching bricks like the *****in crash dummiesI'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit thatCats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit thatYou gon say what's up and i'ma say nothin strangersMy interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangersCuz that's how shit be, what's up wit thatThe rah d i g, yo what's up wit thatI'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit thatAnd how i rep jersey, yo what's up wit thatI wreck shop crazy, what's up wit thatAnd radio plays me, yoYou gon say what's up and i'ma say nothin strangersMy interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangersVerse dentin, worse than armageddonWorse than them kids runnin around bomb settinMind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescalineComin up with documents to cover the embezzlinEducated, rhymes pre-meditatedOver niggas heads while they out percolatinSpot datin, block money i could take inDrops on the box like i was ovulatinNow, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit thatYou best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit thatCuz the real rap ***** that step foot on the sceneWill put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and ovaltineYeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit thatAnd now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit thatSweetest person, and i'm still the grimy queenWit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my tommy jeansCuz that's how shit be, what's up wit thatThe rah d i g, yo what's up wit thatI'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit thatAnd how i rep jersey, what's up wit thatI wreck shop crazy, what's up wit thatAnd radio plays me, yo what's up wit thatSweetest person, and i'm still the grimy queenWit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my tommy jeansIn '99 baby hold your stuffI be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guffFocus your attention as i make my markCuz i get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't startGot a bad attitude and a worse dispositionCorny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the missionBelieve all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference'fore you're left hangin from your vestDefinitely, gettin severance payWhile my joint moves 20,000 units every dayOfficial, ever since an itty bitty youngunBefore the first kiss when i didn't put my tongue inNow, i'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit thatI make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit thatYou gon say what's up and i'ma say nothin papiGo cop my shit, because you can't get a copyCuz that's how shit be, what's up wit thatThe rah d i g, yo what's up wit thatI'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit thatAnd how i rep jersey, yo what's up wit thatI wreck shop crazy, what's up wit thatAnd radio plays me, yo what's up wit thatYou gon say what's up and i'ma say nothin papiGo cop my shit, because you can't get a copyCuz that's how shit be, what's up wit thatThe rah d i g, yo what's up wit thatI'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit thatAnd how i rep jersey, yo what's up wit thatI wreck shop crazy, what's up wit thatAnd radio plays me, yo what's up wit thatYou gon say what's up and i'ma say nothin chicoI hold shit down for all my rhyme writin peopleCuz that's how shit be, the rah d i gI'm writin rhymes lovely, and how i rep jersey
