Lyrics:
it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it
"That was 'Can You Dig It' by Georgie Wood.
And now we'd like to do 'Hark The Angels
it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it
"That was 'Can You Dig It' by Georgie Wood.
And now we'd like to do 'Hark The Angels
the clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the clam
You can get your heart to spin
Cirikidzing
It's Q-tip
Don't have lotta time, man, I really gotta move man
She's waitin' for me now, man, don't wanna blow the move, man
'Cause you know
purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffel
I got cash in the freezer
We don't clash in the huddle
With my dough high smoke dope
Lean, work, bust
a good day,
You've got to do a good day's work.
Chorus 1:
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner,
Nothin's what you get for free.
You
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers are coming
Gonna tear your still house down
Well the first
[Q-Tip]
For real though who really got sent
Flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
Bird chest niggas with you (wondrous
We on point like decimal Abstract now
[Q-Tip:]
MC in while I'm breathing mc in is believing
That you can host a ceremony and the dough is never
Now here is a question,
A question for you.
Remember, the answer
Will start with a "Q".
In stores, you find milk
In containers of sorts.
But what do you
Q
He's doin' the Suzie Q, now
Well, it ain't nothin' to it
People, it's just easy to do
(harmonica & instrumental)
Well, I know'd a lady
By
Q-Tip is my title, I don't think that it's vital
For me to be your idol, but dig this recital
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissing
Q-Tip is my title, I don't think that it's vital
For me to be your idol, but dig this recital
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissing
First saved message:
Yo, Rob yo, Rob G, what' up? It's your man
Tip q Tip, boy yeah yo, Rob, dude
Y'all should play some Dilla
Joints like
sleep good happy 'cause you can't dig up our planted seeds
I know my man's gon' stand by me breathing in my gentle breeze (ah)
I crossed those valleys
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:We got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta
Shaheed a propmaster, Q-Tip a propmaster
The Jungle Brothers a propmaster, BDP a propmaster
45 King a propmaster
I won't tell you nothing bout
You can haunt any house by yourself
Be a man or a mouse by yourself
You can act like a king on a thrown
There are lots of things that you can do
Shaheed a propmaster, Q-Tip a propmaster
The Jungle Brothers a propmaster, BDP a propmaster
45 King a propmaster
I won't tell you nothing bout
laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow white smile
Can you dig it, can you dig
Sittin' here waitin', anticipatin'
What I'm gonna do to you
You may not see it
But you sure do need it
And I'll change your mind 'fore you
ain't your face
I need a tip drill, I need a tip drill
Said, if you see a tip drill point her out for me (where she at?)
Point her out for me (where
chasin' love around
Baby, I'm all yours
If you want me come and get me
I'll give it a go
Baby, if you let me
'Cause I ain't bad, I do alright
Dig
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
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