Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do the Ladies Run This, artist - Rah Digga. Date of issue: 15.12.2008
Song language: English
Do the Ladies Run This |
| Do the ladies run this motherfucker? |
| (Hell yeah!) |
| Do the ladies run this motherfucker? |
| (Hell yeah!) |
| Put it down for the bitches all across the map |
| All the real live bitches all across the map |
| Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo |
| I’m on the roll like butter |
| Flow gutter, fuck what a bitch going through |
| Do or die is what you gon' do |
| I warn you it’s gonna get you and your guys killed |
| With my skills stay on your toes like high heels |
| And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes |
| See me in the tube in the views to interludes |
| Never see me in the nude, Blade gon' bend the rules |
| Lock the street coming through with more rocks than Pete |
| I’m into jewels I will not repeat |
| Y’all obsolete, Sonya Blade y’all |
| It’s murder when they drop the beat |
| I spit it once |
| I’m hungry spit at lunch |
| One take, I hate boxes so I don’t punch |
| I got a hunch, y’all figure |
| Y’all gon stop my figgas |
| Get on some rah-rah with Eve and Rah Digga |
| But these my niggas so please my niggas |
| Stop the Blade from where you don’t know nann nigga |
| Yo, yo now why y’all wanna make me get raw |
| This bitch gon split ya, get tha picture |
| Call yourselves emcees, titles don’t even fit ya |
| How they gonna stop us Digga? |
| Try-na shine, the rest of them bitches |
| Is past tense and out of time |
| Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered |
| Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered |
| When real bitches get to rockin', heads knockin' |
| All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin' |
| All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live |
| Ice grillin' eyein' my clothes, I’m eyein' the crib |
| E-V-E spell it out when you speak about her |
| The only one out the bunch to hate |
| The rest gon crowd around her |
| Majority rules, it’s our time, back the fuck up |
| Cause the shit you sayin' out your mouth |
| Make me crack the fuck up |
| Laugh hard cause we pass y’all so dash broad |
| Lay my shit by myself in the booth |
| While y’all need flash cards |
| Yeah, check it out now Like that y’all |
| Watch me sink three points |
| Smash your whole LP with just my lead joint |
| It’s the rhyme super bitch gon' stay forever wildin' |
| Smooth with the pen, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen |
| Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot shit |
| Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic |
| Smash your clique in |
| Y’all niggas only heard tidbits |
| I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted |
| One-two, one-two |
| Your whole crew I dismantle |
| Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals |
| With drogues to spark wait for shows to start |
| My put my niggas down if they know their parts |
| Caramel give 'em hell from Bricks to Anadel |
| Rappers try-na compete get ate like Samuel |
| By a sister who twist a few L’s rip it dually |
| The song say It Ain’t My Fault like Mystikal |