Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's up Wit' That, artist - Rah Digga. Date of issue: 15.12.2008
Song language: English
What's up Wit' That |
| Ha, once again |
| First and only female representin, yeah |
| Rah Digga comin through you know what I’m sayin |
| Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what |
| Now I’ma tell it like it ain’t never been told |
| With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold |
| Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs |
| With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs |
| Now wassup, if by some haphazard |
| You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster |
| Up in the slot where you used to rock |
| Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop |
| Now, the part that thrill me, what’s up with that |
| Cats that didn’t wanna feel me, yo, what’s up with that |
| Ha ha ha ha that’s fine, that’s funny |
| Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin crash dummies |
| I’m makin hits like the oldies, what’s up wit that |
| Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what’s up wit that |
| You gon say what’s up and I’ma say nothin strangers |
| My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers |
| Cuz that’s how shit be, what’s up wit that |
| The Rah D I G, yo what’s up wit that |
| I’m writin rhymes lovely, what’s up wit that |
| And how I rep Jersey, yo what’s up wit that |
| I wreck shop crazy, what’s up wit that |
| And radio plays me, yo |
| You gon say what’s up and I’ma say nothin strangers |
| My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers |
| Verse dentin, worse than armageddon |
| Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin |
| Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline |
| Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin |
| Educated, rhymes pre-meditated |
| Over niggas heads while they out percolatin |
| Spot datin, block money I could take in |
| Drops on the box like I was ovulatin |
| Now, for all the cats wildin, what’s up wit that |
| You best better throw your towel in, yo, what’s up wit that |
| Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene |
| Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine |
| Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what’s up wit that |
| And now you wanna hate me, yo what’s up wit that |
| Sweetest person, and I’m still the grimy queen |
| Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans |
| Cuz that’s how shit be, what’s up wit that |
| The Rah D I G, yo what’s up wit that |
| I’m writin rhymes lovely, what’s up wit that |
| And how I rep Jersey, what’s up wit that |
| I wreck shop crazy, what’s up wit that |
| And radio plays me, yo what’s up wit that |
| Sweetest person, and I’m still the grimy queen |
| Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans |
| In '99 baby hold your stuff |
| I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff |
| Focus your attention as I make my mark |
| Cuz I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won’t start |
| Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition |
| Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission |
| Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference |
| 'Fore you’re left hangin from your vest |
| Definitely, gettin severance pay |
| While my joint moves 20,000 units every day |
| Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun |
| Before the first kiss when I didn’t put my tongue in |
| Now, I’m kickin all type of lingo, what’s up wit that |
| I make the shit into a single, ha, what’s up wit that |
| You gon say what’s up and I’ma say nothin papi |
| Go cop my shit, because you can’t get a copy |
| Cuz that’s how shit be, what’s up wit that |
| The Rah D I G, yo what’s up wit that |
| I’m writin rhymes lovely, what’s up wit that |
| And how I rep Jersey, yo what’s up wit that |
| I wreck shop crazy, what’s up wit that |
| And radio plays me, yo what’s up wit that |
| You gon say what’s up and I’ma say nothin papi |
| Go cop my shit, because you can’t get a copy |
| Cuz that’s how shit be, what’s up wit that |
| The Rah D I G, yo what’s up wit that |
| I’m writin rhymes lovely, what’s up wit that |
| And how I rep Jersey, yo what’s up wit that |
| I wreck shop crazy, what’s up wit that |
| And radio plays me, yo what’s up wit that |
| You gon say what’s up and I’ma say nothin chico |
| I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people |
| Cuz that’s how shit be, the Rah D I G |
| I’m writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey |