Chorus: I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strip Rep thugs on the street I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strip Rep thugs on the street Verse 1: Digga Digga First name Rashia Rock the mic crazy Wouldn't wanna be ya Had a nice wing since my early teens Now I'm grown rocking microphones Sin! Sin! Said I learned new ways Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise And he make mistakes Say That's The Brakes (That's The Brakes) True Hit 'em with the (Wooo!) Fine young woman now Long time coming now (Coming now) Thank the fans for they love and affection Heard me with the Fugees Still ain't making a connection Fulfill my destiny wasn't nothing y'all could tell me Ripping down the stage with a baby in my belly Adding up to math Applying everything I learned While a dummy kept going on tour and get burned See Chorus: I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strength Rep thugs on the street East Coast y'all Handle your B.I West Coast y'all Handle your B.I Dirty South y'all Handle B.I Up top y'all Handle your B.I Verse 2: Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth Say what's that all about (bout bout) It's about one two three four five for the rating A penny for the hating Y'all know my ways Staying up in the game of this MC craze Kind of wonder what if I'd of dropped back in the days Say Rhymes I toss it Taking no losses Let management tell you who your new boss is People stay repping up on the West Coast Word is bond to my flow Y'all got the best 'dro Ain't seen nothing like it Ain't bring nothing like it If my rhymes strike a nerve Ain't mean nothing by it Dirty Harriet! And I be stepping to the left You bust for Diablo I still bust for UCEF Try'na see me on the MC tip Now child please Vocab for years And freak enough stylees Swing! Rep the thing for my Hip-Hop brothers Take care of them before I take care of others Juice Crew, Rakim, Prince Big influence You saying I'm the dopest But I already knew this Say one check two check Everywhere check check Check for me We haven't ever even met yet Gotta thank God I said I gotta thank God I could look this fly and rock it this hard Chorus: I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strength Rep thugs on the street East Coast y'all Handle your B.I West Coast y'all Handle your B.I Dirty South y'all Handle B.I Up top y'all Handle your B.I I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strength Rep thugs on the street East Coast y'all Handle your B.I West Coast y'all Handle your B.I Dirty South y'all Handle B.I Up top y'all Handle your B.I