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Rah Digga - What They Call Me lyrics
verse 1] For starters peace to all the marters and all the pioneers Cheers! Here's to a new breed of broad Yeah we like it raw Comin' to the floor I'll be ???? like ???? Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane Nope honey's from the ??? y'all familiar with the name I'll be worse than any alien predator or ???? Witch from the East tell 'em how to spell it... [hook] The R... the A... the H The D... the I... the G... the G... the A... x4 [verse 2] I'm prime time, you're on local or cable I'll battle you on your dick and then watse the label Hit you with heat sweeter than vanilla candy Flip it type wicked like cinderella family (Fo' what) For tryin' to step to a Rah situation Less rhymin' years, less formal education Gettin' less Benz' than a BBS Less hype in the street. an' you writin' even less You ain't fresh... MCs goin' crazy Nah, you ain't fresh, y'all can never out-blaze me Less know how, more ho' now Stay up out of grown folks biz, before I show you motherfuckers Yappin' all day about who proved it best Take a few deep breaths, puff the budda cest Continue to bless any track that come this way Nine nigga nine nigga, on that ???? [hook] [verse 3] Peace to my peeps, from Jers' to Manhattan Bitches on the freeway chit chattin in pig latin Heads and ??? now, all this road war Waitin' in the bay for some niggas to roll on The kinda heads take the ghetto approach ???? out the opposition or strangle the coach Flashin' marijuana in my Dolce & Gabana ?????????????????, if they don't have no manners Soon to be called the dopest MC my little junior Playin the game and being a coach like Tuna Mad, when I say go, B-Girl original Want more than Chocolaté Where the chicks at? Hoes might oppose But most chicks happy I can rock without takin' off my clothes And all the niggas say "(beep) this bitch is (beep)... Ain't heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte" [hook |
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