Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001) by Rah Digga (보컬) on maniadb.com

Rah Digga
The Harriet Tubman of hip hop has returned baby
C'mon!

(Verse 1)
I be that bitch niggas wantin in the lab
Rhymes comin, rhymes goin like I was a dollar cab
Fingerin the man tryin to tap into his feelings
A misguided soul so aint checkin for the lyrics
Many different players, only one hold the ball
Ghetto fabulous chick, go against the protocol
With the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheart
Book educated with a whole lotta street smarts
Follow me now, as I build my fanbases
Makin rappers worry like they got open cases
Harriet Thugman, y'all can see shit through
Like a whole world of people wait for Episode Two
I be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurus
The innovator, spawned from Libra and Taurus
Do away cats with the same ol' whack
Lead a nation up north where the real party at
A place where we spray when our asses get older
No shots in the choke, no gettin pulled over
A place where graffiti aint considered a crime
And your favorirte underrated MC's is primetime
A land good and fruitful, where lyrics free people
Black presidents, and all the weed legal
No rich or poor, we break bread and drink merry
Smoke a little Mary for the real visionaries

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
'cause 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 why chromosome
So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics [Bow, bitch]
'cause 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!

One two "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"

[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

[Chorus] 4x
The are-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)

[Rah Digga]
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 hoe 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

Chorus 4x

"Niggas" "Do you think" [Rah Digga]
"Flipmode" [Busta Rhymes]
"Digga on the track" [Rah]
"Words worth a million" [Jay-Z]
"Represent" [Biggie] "Yo" [Prodigy]
"Strike-strike hard" [Canibus]

[Rah Digga]
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, be

Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin' all y'all punk crews
Y'all wack and won't even think of punchlines I don't use
And to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked
I'm fresher than that and that new shit you tryin' to write

Like mita, mita, name not Rashita
Battle on the streets so when I'm playin' senorita
Spend a few peso on some chili con queso
Thinkin' how I used to wax rappers back that eso

Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron
Wit a nigga tryin' to chew my tampon with my pants on
I'm gettin' money off the books like I'm Beatnuts
Make 'em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups

Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka
Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker
Word to my godfather, who bombs harder
Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

Some people say when I drink I don't act right
Raisin' my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight
Or in my travels, grabbin' slices from S'Barro's
Eyein' fake niggas like they intimate apparel

20,000 seaters, heads givin' me pounds
Even beggin' me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge
Like, "How can I be down?", hoes I don't trust ya
Playin' me close so I can hook you up with Busta

Fuck an entourage, I'm the bitch that roll dolo
More still than mo-mo's and a 4-4 on my polo
With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa
Could take about 50 MC's like Tony Tocca

Why you take it there? 'Cuz I'm fruitier than kiwi
And when I freestyle you ain't gon' hear it on my CD
Money management 'cuz I'm grown up and older now
Drinkin' mad low and brow, tell 'em how it's goin' down

Bricks, Bricks 'cuz I was born in the Bricks
Bricks, Bricks and shit is on in the Bricks
Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to
But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle

Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks
Bricks, Bricks and I'm the mack in the Bricks
Uh, I got niggas that'll run you over backwards
And bitches that'll milk you, plus give you the package

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop
Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop
Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section
Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit
Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell
Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa
Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza
Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer
Scrooge, still look good without ruge
My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit
Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent
Money, money, money, how we blaze
Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace
Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude
Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube

HOOK:
In the showdown, how it go down
Get the flow down, watch it go down
How it go down, in the showdown
Gettin closed down, watch em go down
In the showdown, how it go down
Put your dough down, watch it go down

[Verse 2]
I'm representin bitches 'round the way
We runnin up his box and we aint gon have to pay
I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs
With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins
I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end
House on the hill with my publishin deal
Shows pay the bills, make it all connect
And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check
Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex


After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex
Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death
And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X
Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now
Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown
Tell me now 'cause that's how I ball
'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul

HOOK

[Verse 3]
Peace to all my peoples in mission
Peace to peoples with they license suspended
Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks
Who aint tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks
What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy
Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki
I'm smokin damn good and chokey black
Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back
I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose
And always be around like I was afros
Y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me
Risin to the top 'cause that's how momma raised me
Now that the message is embedded
The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it
Hold up baby 'cause that's when you lost
Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross

HOOK

Yeah
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, y'all
AAAAHHHH Shit
Bricks

See me on the block with tha chromed out drop
Lambskin head to toe bustin out my halter top
'Tight' rippin through tha hood
Blow up the whole spot
With tha system
TV
?Foremon?
EASY!!

Working the scene on the quest for lime green
Steady puffin on brown just for the time being
Battle raps on cock I get all up in your ear
Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous

Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the dance bar
Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance
Chicken heads trying to front like they not Digga fans
Say fuck y'all!!
Groupies
Do Me
TRULY

Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living
Tight takin over spots like my name was Robin Givins
Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin
Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin

[Hook]
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it up
FLOOD IT UP
Whip it up
WHIP IT UP
Smoke it up
SMOKE IT UP
Trick it up
TRICK IT UP

VIP area
Certain heads get in
Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip in
Weed on delivery, everybody chip in
Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it

Ladies where you at say 'Do you queen?'
Gotta krib, gotta whip, high heels, and tight jeans
My straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos
After one or two drinks he ready to ACT FOOL!!

Now, this for my real live underground cats
who be checkin for the rhymes
not checkin for the track
Take away all the hype and a nigga straight wack
Say fuck dat!!
FUCK DAT!!
Fuck Dat!!
FUCK DAT!!

My squad hold it down passin bars, passin mics
Make emcees stay at home with water and flashlights
Ya motherfuckas crazy telling 'Git Da Git'
Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting past the chick

[Hook]

For those who want to whip it
For those who want to flood it
For those who want to buy it
For those who want to dub it
For those who want the sexy
For those who want the rugged
Say Digga
DIGGA
Hardcore
SLUGGERS

Comin up fast while you're fallin even faster
A blitz on a Jack handling my money matters
For those who want to smoke it
For those who want to trick it
For those who want to hate me
niggas know where they can stick it

[Hook] 2x

Ha, once again
First and only female representin, yeah
Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what

Now I'ma tell it like it aint never been told
With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold
Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs
With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs
Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop

Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that
Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that
Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny
Now they ass catching bricks like the f**kin crash dummies

I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that
Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin, worse than armageddon
Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin
Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline
Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin
Educated, rhymes pre-meditated
Over niggas heads while they out percolatin
Spot datin, block money I could take in
Drops on the box like I was ovulatin

Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that
You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that
'cause the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene
Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine
Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that
And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 baby hold your stuff
I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff
Focus your attention as I make my mark
'cause I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start
Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition
Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission
Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference
'Fore you're left hangin from your vest
Definitely, gettin severance pay
While my joint moves 20,000 units every day
Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun
Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that
I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy
'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy
'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico
I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people
'cause that's how shit be, the Rah D I G
I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey

Rah-rah-rah Digga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out now uh
Dirty Harriet!
Dirty Harriet!
Dirty Harriet! Yeah!
Where's my sisters?
Where's my sisters?
This one's for the brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Said I be rappin' for da ladies
What's up ladies?
But this one's for da brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Yeah check it out now

Now I'm the baby in the family
And I got three siblings
Three older brothers and we trying to make a living
So we hustle and we bubble
And we coming up fast
Ain't gon' never be the same
Since mom and pops past
The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt
Every since he was a kid used to ride a bitch out
All grown up now
Nice job, nice clout
Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route
Treat sis like a queen brother gave me everything
Any time I got in trouble he could probably pull some strings
Walk daddy's footsteps and career same speed
Made the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed
(Uh-oh) But something happened on the job, he started snappin'
Problems with the wifee, winging out and started cappin'
Tried to turn himself in just to make things right
Ended up taking flight cause he's not the jail type

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)

Now I got a second brother me and this one was closer
Made me a little tom boy like he was supposed to
Tearing up the place blowing weed in my face
Irresponsible to death parents stayed on his case
Probably cause he wanted to be the baby in the family
Drinking with his friends, macking up
Mommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the mic
Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when I heard the ill
My physical got killed
Just a couple of weeks after signing a record deal
Now somebody gots to bust and have to get a little tough
And on the block round the clock
Niggas ain't seen nothing
Yeah right
Never seen a brother more determined or eager
Moms and pops couldn't see it
Now we not gonna see it either

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)

Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm
Some say part depressed some say part deformed
Record unclean since his early teens
In and out the youth house
Playing all the crime scenes
Early hangin' with fiends smoking all types of things
He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams
From the door, shit was wrong undetected too long
Bugged out when he was little
Now he big that was wrong
Little too early had to kick him out the house
He just wanted some attention that's what dad was all about
He used to bust down the door
Moms cry, pops fight
Even family counseling couldn't make this shit right
Word on the street every body want to do him
>From his so-called boys to all the chickens he was screwin'
Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload?
How much longer sis got before the last brother gone
OH NO!

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
Rah Digga, rah digga

[Outro]
Peace y'all this is the first lady of the Flipmode Squad
Rah Digga (Uh-huh)
I want to take this time out to say thanks to everybody
Who went out and copped my shit
For those of y'all who's listening and didn't go cop your own copy
I suggest you go handle your BI
Now I'm about to take this time out to plug the next
Flipmode Squad album (Okay) the Rulership album (Okay)
I want to plug the next Busta Ryhmes solo LP?Anarchy
And I'm pluggin' the Outsidaz (Hey-dey-dey)
Ya know what I mean? Bricks City all day (Night Life)
Now for those of y'all who think I purposely make my voice deep
Try-na sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whatever
Fuck all y'all alright cause
This is me, this is who I be
This is my voice and you got no choice
And on that note I just wanted to say
Cheers to another thousand years
Of shit poppin' dope emceein' and I write my own rhymes y'all
Dirty Harriet!
But before I forget don't touch that dial y'all
Make sure y'all stay tune to check out
These next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with

Yo Yo Yo Yo
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Now tell everybody how you came up with your name
What was it like try'na get up in the game
Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes
Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion
TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version
Now tell everybody what be going through your mind
Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme
Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right
Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic
Make sure they got water stay steady with the light
And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight
Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp
How we be rolling, when we work and we lam
Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six
And another set of caps double that in the Bricks
Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks
Now tell everybody what be going through your brains
Celeb chick up in the rap game
Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane
Take a whole lot of money
Fuck around and ride the train
Say my voice too maley, can't understand me
No album out superbitch won a Grammy


Chorus:
All the ladies in the place clap your hands
All the fellas in the house clap your hands
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)


Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block
In New Jerus where the crime don't stop
See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's
If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins
Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends
Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims
Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way
Who like to hustle
Lose scams everyday
Type of chicks hit first
Even let they kids curse
Get a check every month
Day job as a nurse
I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers
So I'ma get slick
Evict they own man running
Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash
Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash
Drinking all type of goodies
Sending heads on a run
Everytime I pass a L
Here comes another one
Now bitch got the munchies
Making heads front me
Dipping in the dro
Niggas fuck around and jump me
Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock
Now where we headed when the block get hot
Now we speeding on the Ave.
Puffing on lots of gandas
Pumping Jay shit
Somebody got Nastradamus
Kicking one-liners
Car full of rhymers
Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us
Now tell everybody where you heard it all first
Type of shit going into Digga verse
Say intellect punch lines
Kill 'em all one time
Voice still crazy
Even when I kick my fun rhymes
Digga supreme
Clientele like ghost faces
Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases


Chorus:
All the ladies in the place clap your hands
All the fellas in the house clap your hands
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)