Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tight , by - Rah Digga. Song from the album Dirty Harriet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.01.2008
Record label: Elektra Entertainment
Song language: English
Tight |
| Shit tight, down to the coochie |
| Yeah, check it And I say what’s tight |
| cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night |
| Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem |
| in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms |
| Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs |
| with doo rags hangin from my pockets |
| Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics |
| Early left rappers like you were straight vexin |
| So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive |
| off of five two fives; |
| disguise the camouflage |
| I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors |
| for takin mad niggaz titles! |
| Wetter than a resevoir; |
| lurking in the bushes |
| striking blows like Chesamar (?) code-name Hasana |
| Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana |
| Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana |
| Now, who be writin rhymes all night |
| Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight |
| Peace to the ones that don’t bite |
| Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight |
| A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won’t say Paco |
| I swing to the Vill’for some waffles and some beef falafel |
| Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT |
| Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki’s |
| I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS |
| Call me Sheik Digga |
| Plotting over loops like the eight figures |
| Baby I’m hard, represent the feminist God |
| that gets blunted — watch rhymers runneth, over |
| See me in the camel Range Rover |
| And I won’t stop for Jake |
| And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate |
| Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you |
| Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar Polo curls |
| Diggin all the rapper’s shit like they go-go girls |
| WHO THE TIGHTEST? |
| I rock with laryngitis |
| Gold’s good for Midas, but I want the highest |
| So don’t try me cause I be the bitch |
| I’ll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair |
| I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott |
| Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid |
| Cuz I get you open like the comin of the Pope |
| when I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit |
| Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit |
| My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin |
| I decompose, any rapper to the bone |
| Down to they X and Y chromosome |
| So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics |
| Cuz I’ll be the only one salvaged |
| Number one imported like Beck’s |
| Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX |
| Tight, tight, aight? |
| And the plans is tight |
| Tight, tight. |
| TIGHT! |
| Tight, tight aight? |
| And the plans is tight |
| Tight. |
| One, two, three, BO! |