paroles de chanson Tight - Rah Digga

Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie
Yeah, check it

And I say what's tight
Cause a sister write rhymes all day and all night
Dwelling 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 (Me), the rap bitch that goes back to paediatrics
Early lessons rappers like you were straight vixen
So recognize (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 niggas titles!
Wetter than a reservoir; lurking in the bushes
Striking blows like Chesimard 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 the house and my 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 swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel
Rap very tight liquor got me different (different)
Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's
I write these tight buttas (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
What that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Rover
Chop and I won't stop for Jake
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
Now 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's shit like they go-go girls

Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

Who's the tightest
I rock with laryngitis
Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest
So don't try me cause I beat a bitch, I swear
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair
Yeah, I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott
Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid
Cause I get you open like the comin of the Pope
When I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit
Peace, peace, peace to niggas I rhyme wit
My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin'
We pros, I decompose any rapper to the bone
Down to they X and Y chromosome
So see my name tagged in bold or italics
Bow, bitch, cause I'll be the only one salvaged
Number one imported like Beck's
Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX

Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

Tight, tight, aight
And the plans is tight
Tight, tight, tight
Tight, tight, aight
And the plans is tight
Tight (Busta)
One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)