Rah Digga, Busta Rhymes - Imperial lyrics
[Rah Digga, Busta Rhymes - Imperial lyrics]
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!
It be's the little mama
Lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin like White
Castle or the diner
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
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!
Ay yo yo yo
Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll
Spray 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 their teeth and cock the hammer
Up inside the dance hall
Thugs, here's another sample for
Niggas like ya'll
Or for the ones who pass and light
A roman candle for niggas like y'all
Fight for niggas like y'all
Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all
Blow the spot in the night for
All my niggas like y'all my get high niggas
I blaze for niggas like y'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro
Now spray the fuckin Lysol
You know we be the ultimate
We fuckin with some other shit
And when we hit y'all
Yes, we sit and watch ya'll
Niggas ride the dick
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!
A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga
For talkin lotsa wack shit
While I roll around with the Harriet
Thugman of this rap shit
Black chick, with intellect
Who wanna match wit's?
Write my own rhymes so can't no
Nigga tell me jack shit
Master shit
Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
Presenting the first lady of the squad
So give me dap and shit
Sayin' peace when you see me
Play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain't gon' join ya cipher
If the weed's too seedy
Yo, make sure you see what we doing now
Put on your binoculars
Then I gas ya like a paid
Latino down at Banco Popular
Rah Digga underground and gon' always
Blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin shit since the
Phantom of the Opera
Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of
The greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12-shot semi with a
Little red dot for ya
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millennium
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!
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!
It be's the little mama
Lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin like White
Castle or the diner
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
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!
Ay yo yo yo
Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll
Spray 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 their teeth and cock the hammer
Up inside the dance hall
Thugs, here's another sample for
Niggas like ya'll
Or for the ones who pass and light
A roman candle for niggas like y'all
Fight for niggas like y'all
Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all
Blow the spot in the night for
All my niggas like y'all my get high niggas
I blaze for niggas like y'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro
Now spray the fuckin Lysol
You know we be the ultimate
We fuckin with some other shit
And when we hit y'all
Yes, we sit and watch ya'll
Niggas ride the dick
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!
A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga
For talkin lotsa wack shit
While I roll around with the Harriet
Thugman of this rap shit
Black chick, with intellect
Who wanna match wit's?
Write my own rhymes so can't no
Nigga tell me jack shit
Master shit
Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
Presenting the first lady of the squad
So give me dap and shit
Sayin' peace when you see me
Play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain't gon' join ya cipher
If the weed's too seedy
Yo, make sure you see what we doing now
Put on your binoculars
Then I gas ya like a paid
Latino down at Banco Popular
Rah Digga underground and gon' always
Blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin shit since the
Phantom of the Opera
Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of
The greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12-shot semi with a
Little red dot for ya
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millennium
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!