Tight

Yeah Rah Digga '99 Flipmode Outsidaz shit tight



down to the coochie yeah check it




[And I] And I say whats tight



cuz a sista write rhymes all day and all night



Rolling south of the Hudson



New Jerusalem in seclusion using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]



Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs



with doo rags hangin from my pockets



[Me] Me tha rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics



Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]



So recognize, I make a niggas eyes come alive off of five two fives



Scars the camoflauge



I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors



We're takin mad people titles



Wetter than a resevoir



Lurking in the bushes striking blows like Chesa Marco named Hasana



Warmer than a bomber, hotter than a region of Ghana



Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana




[Chorus]



Now, who be writin rhymes all night



Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight [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 swind to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel



Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT



Dirtier than an overseas shipment of keys



I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS



Call me Shay Digga



Plotting over loops like the eight figures



Baby I'm hard, pepresent the feminist God [What?] that gets blunted



Watch rhymes runnin, over, see me in a camo Range Rover [Shot]



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 [What?]



Polo curls, diggin all the rapper shit like they go-go girls