Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Curtains, artist - Rah Digga. Date of issue: 15.12.2008
Song language: English
Curtains |
| Bust it, from the dick I’m dissin all yall 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 |
| HOOK 2X: |
| 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 biggin 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 |
| HOOK 4X |