Imperial lyrics

[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode, the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the sh*t up in your stereo
Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly sh*t, my n*gga, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only sh*t poppin', like White Castle or the diner
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in 'The Source' with the 3 page ad
Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
Labels scared to death to let their artist bomb with me
'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em
The ruggedest b*tch, don't even rhyme about gunnin'
Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks
Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Throw my sh*t in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around, like 'dro for 20 bucks
And I'll still be the greatest if this rap sh*t fail me
Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli
Livin' off the interest
Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of f*ckin' 18-wheelers
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode, the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the sh*t up in your stereo
Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly sh*t, my n*gga, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, yo, yo –
Razzle dazzle n*ggas like ya'll
Spray n*ggas like you and dismantle n*ggas like y'all
I got the thing that'll majorly handle n*ggas like y'all
Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel n*ggas like y'all
I know some joke n*ggas who love to hassle n*ggas like y'all
Talk, and fix, and simply dance on n*ggas like y'all
Trample n*ggas like y'all
Make examples outta n*ggas like y'all
Grit their teeth and c*ck the hammer up inside the dance hall
Thugs, here's another sample for n*ggas like ya'll
Or for the ones who pass and light a Roman candle for n*ggas like y'all
Fight for n*ggas like y'all
Grab the mic from motherf*ckers like y'all
Blow the spot in the night for all my n*ggas like y'all
My get-high n*ggas, I blaze for n*ggas like y'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro, now spray the f*ckin' Lysol
You know we be the ultimate
We f*ckin' with some other sh*t
And when we hit y'all – yes, we sit and watch ya'll n*ggas ride the di*k
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode, the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the sh*t up in your stereo
Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly sh*t, my n*gga, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga]
A'yo, clap and slap up a n*gga for talkin' lots'a wack sh*t
While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap sh*t
Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits?
Write my own rhymes, so can't no n*gga tell me jack sh*t
Master sh*t, Flipmode exclusive, across the map and sh*t
Presenting the First Lady of the Squad, so give me dap and sh*t
Sayin' "peace" when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy
Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars
Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular
Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin' sh*t since 'The Phantom of the Opera'
Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya
First and only female, unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millennium
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode, the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the sh*t up in your stereo
Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly sh*t, my n*gga, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!