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Some old year 2000 shit for you motherfuckers
This generation, rules the nation
With version
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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', BOO!
It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin' like White Castle or The Diner
Rah Digga makes the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in the Source with the three page ad
Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
Labels scared to death to let they 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
Bunch of Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Bump my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around like dro for twenty 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' eighteen 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', BOO!
Hey, yo, razzle and dazzle niggas like y'all
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 out of niggas like y'all
Grit they teeth and cock they hammer up inside the dance hall
Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like y'all
And for the ones who pass, I'll light
A roman candle for niggas like y'all
Fight for niggas like y'all, grab the mic for motherfuckers like y'all
Blow the spot and end the night for all my niggas like y'all
My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all
And stink the spot up with dro now spray your fuckin' Lysol
Yo, you know we be the ultimate, we fuckin' with some other shit
And when we hit y'all, yes, we sit
And watch y'all 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', BOO!
Ayo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots of 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 niggas tell me jack shit
Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
Presenting the first lady of the squad, now give me dap and shit
Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain't gon' join your cipher if the weed's too seedy
Yo, make sure you see what we doin' 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 goin' down as one of the great spoken philosophers
Holdin' a twelve 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', BOO!
It's showtime, y'all ready?
Roll up the hydro, let's get loaded
It's showtime, at the get high show, tonight
Welcome you all to another edition
Of showtime at the get high show
Where we'll definitely blow your ass up
That's for certain
Or we could bring a huge embarrassment to your corny ass
Enjoy the fuckin' curtain, ah-hee-hee
I am your host, ah-hee
I am your host, no weed hardly
With my co-host, keep weed shepherd
A-a-and we would like to make a big round of applause
For our first contestant from yellow belly, Nebraska
By the name of Callus Foot Carson
Hey, Callus Foot Carson, I got it right
Yeah, you got it, you good
Alright now, Callus Foot
Why don't you just get on over there and just do that tune for us
Okay, we'll get five, six, seven, eight
Don't you be my lover
With a country suckin' cuter leg, oh
Alright, alright, goddammit, who brought this motherfucker?
Let's get down to the plain and simple
Let's get down to the get purty off stage style
Where's Sandman at? Where's Sand
Charles, come get this motherfucker
Don't, don't be cold, Charles
I'ma get him though, I'ma get him
God damn, this nigga, man
Ooh, oh God, Paul, did he shoot that poor man?
Hell nah, girl, he ain't shoot him
It's part of the show, it's part of the show
Shit, you motherfuckin' right
He shot him right in the chest
Ooh, Charles, you done got the stage all fucked up
Nigga ass all over the goddamn stage
Well, movin' right along
Like I told y'all before, before I tell you who she is
We gon' blow your ass up for certain
But if you come around here with that corny ass shit
We gon' enjoy the motherfuckin' curtain
Now off with the next act
Rah Digga, sing that tune for us, baby
It's showtime, y'all ready?
Roll up the hydro, let's get loaded
It's showtime, at the get high show, tonight
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