Rah Digga - What They Call Me lyrics
[Rah Digga - What They Call Me lyrics]
"One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga"
For starters, peace to all the martyrs
And all the pioneers cheers!
Here's to a new breed of broad
Yeah we like it raw! Comin to the floor
I be next to rep like Al Gore
(Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird
It's a plane nope, honey from the Bricks
Ya'll familiar wit the name
I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic
Witch from the east nigga
Tell em how to spell it
The R-the A-the H-the D-the
Ithe G-the G-the A (Come again)
I'm primetime, you a local on cable
I battle you on yo' shit
And then waste your label
Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy
Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family
(For what) For tryin to step
To a Rah situation
Less rhymin years, less formal education
Gettin less spins than a BBS
Less hype in the streets and
You writin even less
(Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy
(Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll
Could never out-blaze me
Less knowhow, more ho now
Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore
I show you what broke is
Yappin all day bout who crew the best
Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess
Continue to bless any track
That come this way
Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe
"Niggas" "Do you think" "Flipmode"
"Digga on the track" "Words worth a million"
"Represent" "Yo" "Strike-strike hard"
Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan
Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin
In pig Latin
Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone
Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on
(Come on) The kind of heads
Take the ghetto approach
Hard foul the opposition or
Strangle the coach
I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana
Dead em like gamma
If they don't have no manners
Call the dopest MC my little junior
Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna
Mad, what I say go, B-girl original
Boy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo)
What the chicks say, hoes might oppose
But most chicks happy I can rock
Without takin off my clothes
And all the niggas say "Damn
This bitch is tight
Ain't heard a broad rip like
That since MC Lyte" (Come on)
"One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga"
For starters, peace to all the martyrs
And all the pioneers cheers!
Here's to a new breed of broad
Yeah we like it raw! Comin to the floor
I be next to rep like Al Gore
(Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird
It's a plane nope, honey from the Bricks
Ya'll familiar wit the name
I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic
Witch from the east nigga
Tell em how to spell it
The R-the A-the H-the D-the
Ithe G-the G-the A (Come again)
I'm primetime, you a local on cable
I battle you on yo' shit
And then waste your label
Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy
Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family
(For what) For tryin to step
To a Rah situation
Less rhymin years, less formal education
Gettin less spins than a BBS
Less hype in the streets and
You writin even less
(Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy
(Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll
Could never out-blaze me
Less knowhow, more ho now
Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore
I show you what broke is
Yappin all day bout who crew the best
Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess
Continue to bless any track
That come this way
Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe
"Niggas" "Do you think" "Flipmode"
"Digga on the track" "Words worth a million"
"Represent" "Yo" "Strike-strike hard"
Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan
Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin
In pig Latin
Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone
Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on
(Come on) The kind of heads
Take the ghetto approach
Hard foul the opposition or
Strangle the coach
I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana
Dead em like gamma
If they don't have no manners
Call the dopest MC my little junior
Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna
Mad, what I say go, B-girl original
Boy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo)
What the chicks say, hoes might oppose
But most chicks happy I can rock
Without takin off my clothes
And all the niggas say "Damn
This bitch is tight
Ain't heard a broad rip like
That since MC Lyte" (Come on)