"I'm Talking To You" lyrics
Rah Digga Lyrics
Okay Jersey
Shouts out, the whole standard mix unit
G.I
Sammy Needles
Got that crack
Mike, Lee, Jeff
Let's go, aw, Digga Digga
Somebody gettin' popped and they wanna know who
You stupid motherfucker yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
That nigga is a snitch and he wanna ask who
Scary motherfucker yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
They undercover moles and they wanna ask who
These bum ass niggas yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
Your homeboy's pussy gettin' smacked out the blue
These punk motherfuckers yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
All y'all bitches go to hell and I don't care who don't like me
Y'all get beat up in the club like Nasty Nas and his wifey
You see, shawty be pickin' a fight, niggas be gettin' her type
Gettin' hit with lead instead of ex on his mystery night
Doin' a hundred and ten, we gettin' blunted again
30-30s, 300s and that be just some of my friends
Prissy does it gully like whatever will suit me
I'm pourin' liquor for my dead homies
That's what it just suit me (Clinton Sparks)
On some independent shit, just to see how to try it
Fuckin' with' cops with seven dollars 'til I learned they was lyin'
Cops said then fuck it I don't need 'em all these labels be gamin'
I'd rather be a free agent than bein' signed and complainin'
Be steady cryin' then boohooin' they ain't market the record
I ain't too beat I'm in the street with' all the cushion them x's, you see
Flipmode be runnin' this shit, you just be runnin' your lip
You be makin' records on some springy and summery shit
Long as I been quiet had a bitch ain't dependin'
And if I ever had to battle silly hoe you ain't winnin'
I bet that made the people they day wanna see I still got it
I say some shit that turn you bluer than a case of hypnotiq, now
Don't make me flip in this bitch, know how Jersey niggas get
If I get the flash then better know that it won't be a tick
Give it to him and his chick, more like extendin' a clip
If we squashed the beef then hoe well I'm rekindlin' shit
Somebody gettin' popped and they wanna know who
You stupid motherfucker yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
That nigga is a snitch and he wanna ask who
Scary motherfucker yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
They undercover moles and they wanna ask who
These bum ass niggas yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
Your homeboy's pussy gettin' smacked out the blue
These punk motherfuckers yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
Shouts out, the whole standard mix unit
G.I
Sammy Needles
Got that crack
Mike, Lee, Jeff
Let's go, aw, Digga Digga
Somebody gettin' popped and they wanna know who
You stupid motherfucker yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
That nigga is a snitch and he wanna ask who
Scary motherfucker yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
They undercover moles and they wanna ask who
These bum ass niggas yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
Your homeboy's pussy gettin' smacked out the blue
These punk motherfuckers yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
All y'all bitches go to hell and I don't care who don't like me
Y'all get beat up in the club like Nasty Nas and his wifey
You see, shawty be pickin' a fight, niggas be gettin' her type
Gettin' hit with lead instead of ex on his mystery night
Doin' a hundred and ten, we gettin' blunted again
30-30s, 300s and that be just some of my friends
Prissy does it gully like whatever will suit me
I'm pourin' liquor for my dead homies
That's what it just suit me (Clinton Sparks)
On some independent shit, just to see how to try it
Fuckin' with' cops with seven dollars 'til I learned they was lyin'
Cops said then fuck it I don't need 'em all these labels be gamin'
I'd rather be a free agent than bein' signed and complainin'
Be steady cryin' then boohooin' they ain't market the record
I ain't too beat I'm in the street with' all the cushion them x's, you see
Flipmode be runnin' this shit, you just be runnin' your lip
You be makin' records on some springy and summery shit
Long as I been quiet had a bitch ain't dependin'
And if I ever had to battle silly hoe you ain't winnin'
I bet that made the people they day wanna see I still got it
I say some shit that turn you bluer than a case of hypnotiq, now
Don't make me flip in this bitch, know how Jersey niggas get
If I get the flash then better know that it won't be a tick
Give it to him and his chick, more like extendin' a clip
If we squashed the beef then hoe well I'm rekindlin' shit
Somebody gettin' popped and they wanna know who
You stupid motherfucker yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
That nigga is a snitch and he wanna ask who
Scary motherfucker yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
They undercover moles and they wanna ask who
These bum ass niggas yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
Your homeboy's pussy gettin' smacked out the blue
These punk motherfuckers yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
Writer(s): Roland Orzabal, Ian Stanley
