Imperial

Lyrics

[Chorus: Rah Digga] 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! [Verse 1: Rah Digga] 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 scared 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 [Chorus: Rah Digga] 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! [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Ay yo, yo, yo – Razzle 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 Grab 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 [Chorus: Rah Digga] 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! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga] A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots'a wack shit While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits? 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 [Chorus: Rah Digga] 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!