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Rah Digga - Tight Lyrics Yeah, Rah Digga.. Flipmode, Outsidaz Shit tight, down to the coochie Yeah, check it [And I] And I say what's tight cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad] Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs with doo rags hangin from my pockets [Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So] So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive off of five two fives; disguise the camouflage I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors for takin mad niggaz titles! Wetter than a resevoir; lurking in the bushes striking blows like Chesamar(?) code-name Hasana Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana [Chorus] Now, who be writin rhymes all night Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight [Tight] Peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS Call me Sheik Digga Plotting over loops like the eight figures Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God [What?] that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over See me in the camel Range Rover [Chop] And I won't stop for Jake And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate [NOW] Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls [Chorus] WHO THE TIGHTEST? I rock with laryngitis Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest So don't try me cause I be the bitch [I swear] I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair [Yeah] I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid Cuz I get you open like the comin of the Pope when I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit [Peace, peace] Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin [We pros] I decompose, any rapper to the bone Down to they X and Y chromosome So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics [Bow, bitch] Cuz I'll be the only one salvaged Number one imported like Beck's Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX [Chorus 2X] Tight, tight, aight? And the plans is tight Tight, tight.. TIGHT! Tight, tight aight? And the plans is tight Tight.. [Busta] One, two, three, BO! 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, large Camrys, Lands, Lexuses Executive suits, forget about the exodus Consecutive beats, narrated without the negative ??? cracking, cause we can make it, happen We're gone quick, tell a friend "ohhh shit" Intelligent rap fiend with relevant rhyme flow, Benevolent, from beneath the sediment With no speech impediment Impeach the President? I don't know, I'm hesitant When I step through, you know I rep the medicine Perfect poetry, peddling word flows, you meddling In my business? That's when I got to jettison the nigga with the big balls Girls wanna maul me Drop jewels like you was jewelers with cerebral palsy My road dogs explode on, Flipmode flip men Spit 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 queen You best believe I stack cream for the nine-niggy-nine Everytime Diggy rhyme Like a thousand motherfuckers going "yes yes y'all" Make em scramble like a stabbing up in the mess hall Tighter than pumps on fat ladies Flows like the liquid in the IVs stuck in crack babies Preproduction, stay booming in my tenant On your radio tighter than the sweats on Richard Simmons Rah-D-I, going for dolo like I'm Coko One the lo-lo, spending my show dough in Soho Tight, lyrical pro yo, verbal style linguist Like Q or the Genius, speak a little broken english Get Backstreet money, tax free money Clak-clak any fool try to jack me money Lick proper, ain't no other chick hotter Voice 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 castle Shanghai, swinging my lasso In each hood, and stay unforgiven Like Eastwood Quick shooter, long clip, Ruger Villain in trench coats Walk the evil that men spoke Creep on your kin-folk Invent flows that sweep the streets often Stone cold like Steve Austin indeed, also The all city, the raw, gritty Landlord banned from TV in large cities, nigga slay a squad Pray to God I'm just Rated R When I pickle hearts in labeled jars Spit fatal bars Tally-ho, tally-ho I murder a cameo Rapid fire like a callico, scatter foes Trapped and dying, Federale homes, battle zones Shined in alleys, chromed, East Coast to Cali homes Laying down 'fore them federals get me Got 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-pharoahe M-m-m-m-monch, Lord Have Mercy, and the first and only female of the Flipmode Squad, Rah Digga. Everytime I learn the words to a song, somebody make a remix... |
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