Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Showdown, artist - Rah Digga. Date of issue: 15.12.2008
Song language: English
Showdown |
| 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 |
| I’m representin bitches 'round the way |
| We runnin up his box and we ain’t 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 cuz that’s how I ball |
| 'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul |
| HOOK |
| Peace to all my peoples in mission |
| Peace to peoples with they license suspended |
| Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks |
| Who ain’t 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 cuz 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 cuz that’s when you lost |
| Whole prop is our respect don’t get caught up in the cross |
| HOOK |