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    Def Squad »

    Def Squad Can You Dig It_ текст песни

    Can You Dig It_

    (E Dub)
    It’s Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess yall
    I confess, ya’ll, when I spit the yiggy yes yall
    I gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin ya
    Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia
    I’m real, react when it’s time to peel
    Step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal?
    Yo dog, I roll tight in my stinkin Lincoln
    With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain
    And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns
    I don’t own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton
    Kid, we be the mos’ deffest, no squad can catch us
    We takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures

    (Funk Doc)
    When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face
    My name will still be in debates about who was great
    I make you tie your lace two times when I create
    Cause when I begin to get slick, I sweat Quaker State
    We three the hard way, tight like little Jamal’s face
    You offers, I walk through your church without no parlay
    Or permits, fuck your white picket fence
    I’m from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch
    I’m strictly convinced, yall puss
    Flippin crack, save that
    I kepp my money stacked, ghetto diplomat style
    Order it now, no refunds
    I’m like a clib with jums
    I move crack fiends with different vowels
    Even technicians can’t repair the mic I spit on
    I’m too underground to dance with that shiny shit on
    <Callin all cars>, naah, call National Guards and trucks
    And their weapons better be big as fuck!

    <Keith Murray>
    Ay yo, the three of us together is incredible
    Like a miracle, finally I get to move it up a few decimals
    Unquestionable, Unconscionable to the mental
    Not that happy dappy shit that you’re use to
    I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
    For the glamorous, scandalous world of radio
    And pimpin ain’t dead, ya’ll niggas just scared
    To smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there
    Oh yeah, I heard your new shit is GARBAGE
    Bastard, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket
    I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I’m killin it
    Real legitamate, bitches gettin intimate
    In nineteen hundred and ninety eight
    We gonna set a whole lotta different shit straight
    You suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin motherfuckers!



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