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Can You Dig It?

Ice Cube

Everythangs Corrupt

2018

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

Where you from?
They don't make em like you
Damn yo body so magic mami
Where they make em like you cause you poppin'
I could tell just by the shoes

With the consistency of a snare-drum
By Clyde Stubblefield on a record for James Brown
That makes you forget all your aches, pains & complains
Now that

The math is elementary my people need more
Federali tax cut keep keepin us poor
That's the situation in the rule book
They gonna set your occupation with

200 by tonight somebody getting plucked
We turnt up at the function somebody asked me whats in my cup
I said it was some water but you know my shit

(Uh)

Sipping on my maggy
Step up on my shoes,
I’ll get to double tappy
Niggas funny, ha ha ha,
they come like Eddie Caddie
All you niggas fassy,

You gotta learn to use scissors when you hated by most
Everywhere I go I keep tool on me
Everytime I flow is like a tsunami
Fear no man but God that's

All the above
I soak in the sun like i soak in the tub 
Nothing compares to the
Cool breeze
Like the flap of a butterflies wings
Brown skin mahogany

from the dealership?
I’m just asking. No need to act serious
Yo. I’m curious tho, are you down to ride ma?
See you gotta lotta black and that brown pride

cool
Been a Goddess, so I play by my own rules
Sucked to the paper like a motherfuckin' purple glue
Got him overthinkin', man, what she bout to do
We

sneaking into bars
Party's at Fiona's after dark
We've come a long way
From trading snacks in brown paper bags

We had nothing left to lose
Two young kids

watch good cologne man im high fashion
Im in my brutinis im in my bruitins im in my brutinis im in my brutinis
Brutini rockin' I don't need no jordans

it's a man right here
I've gained knowledge
Way before I stepped into college
I proved they can't walk in my shoes
They've been polished
I shine without

The Regiments of Steel

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD
Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool see
and my man Kurtis Blow, yo..

[Chubb Rock]
The battlefield, the synonym -

mean? You know how we do.
16 9 13 16 ya dig? True story, man. They writin’ history for who?
Not me, man. BASKO, nigga. Y’all know who it is.



Lyrics by

ee yea
What a game we play
What a game we play
What a game we play... yah yah yah yah yah
Man I done did it - every day I go and get it
Spent too many

a trap by forest rangers
I got a bitch that's out
Of town sellin' dope, boy, i'm the man
They know I got that type of money
That turn Coach into a Benz
You

Step on niggas fucking up my shoes and by another pair
In the trap we put dope in the cabinets like tuba-ware
I'm from where you see that glock stick out

I keep it pinned down
I swallow my pride and wash
It down when I sip brown
Flexing on the gram
But reparations
Looking thin now
Self-made I'm a boss

giving man oral for £15
one Friday night she was out making moves
up and down the street in her little red shoes
stopped by a guy in a little black ride

scolding them
Build a doubt on their creativeness
Look at me now, I'm running bitches like Christopher Brown
Call me a joker and feel me faster than Busta

the way you put it all together
I peep the way your earrings match your shoes that's kind of clever
You the type to motivate your man and make him better

see that the beast is a prequel 
You should take note, don’t care if you paid your straight broke 
Good man badman I could play both 
Brown kid nice

stupid
To fuck with the capital of Rap Land
Gobble up a ghost quick fast like Pac-Man
It's like that and yeah I'm the tax man
Scare white people like as if