Def Squad

Def Squad - Can You Dig It lyrics

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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
 , naah, call National Guards and trucks
 And their weapons better be big as fuck!

 
 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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