Can You Dig It? Lyrics
Can I get you something?
`S`mofo butter layin` me to da` BONE! Jackin` me up... tight me!
I`m sorry, I don`t understandCutty say `e can`t HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive
Oh, good
Jus` hang loose, blood.
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big mama?
My mama no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!
Cut me some slack, Jack!
Chump don` want no help, chump don`t GET da help!
Say `e can`t hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass dude don`t got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit
I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense
My tailor-made slacks with the dick print
My afro pick with the black fist
I`m Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick
Platform shoes out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I`m a pimp
Whitewalls and a black leather coat
Where`s my bread sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin` all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don`t call me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the blackest
I`m Isaac Hayes with a switchblade
I`m Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck with me
I`m just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
Right on
I`m comin` straight from the 70s
Super fly in my perm and my leather P`s
I`m comin` straight from the 70s
Super fly in my perm and my leather P`s
Sho-nuff
I`m comin` straight from the 70s
Old school playa, fuck what they tellin` me
Can you dig it?
I`m comin` straight from the 70s
Old school playa, fuck what they tellin` me
House parties, pop-lockin` and pickin`
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Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl drippin`
Gangbangin`, yeah, Bloodin` and Crippin`
Forty ounce sippin`, `64 dippin`
No shoe strings, nigga, say word
I`m Magic Johnson, you Larry Bird
The day they blew up a rocket,
I was lookin` at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin`
Double up
Michael Jackson vs. Prince
Atari 26 hundred, I don` done it
See that fat gold chain? Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on `cause I don`t want it
Mike Tyson, who`s my opponent?
Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a moment
I won`t shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future, nigga
Fresh
I`m comin` straight from the 80s
With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes
I`m comin` straight from the 80s
With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes
Word up
I`m comin` straight from the 80s
With my fat gold chain for the ladies
I`m comin` straight from the 80s
With my fat gold chain for the ladies
Man, you know what I`m sportin`
A short haircut, everything Jordan
That`s right, a nigga played on the dream team
I had to let `em know that it`s a G Thang
It`s a black thing, you wouldn`t understand
Shaquille O`Neal the real Superman
Boy, I hit like Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real D-Boyz
In the crack spot with a laptop
Bumpin` that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braiding weed heads
Where`d all these niggas come from with these dreads?
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin` Friday
So what I`m tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"
Baby-baby
I`m comin` straight from the 90s
I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy
I`m comin` straight from the 90s
I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy
Fo-sho
I`m comin` straight from the 90s
Triple OG, you know where to find me
I`m comin` straight from the 90s
Triple OG, you know where to find me
Fresh for 2018
I`m an ex-gangbanger from Los Angeles
I`ve been to jail, fighting, partying, low riding
But you learn as you get older
You must become a mad one day and put away childish things
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
