Lyrics:
the spot, spot
I know you dig it, dig it, dig it
What I've got (Touch me)
Yeah, yeah I'm into you
Yeah, yeah I'm on a loop
You got me comin' back for more,
We finna get rich and get it
I used to be broke but now I spend it
VVS's on my neck, came from Pheasant
You dig it
Should I sign for a ticket, well
with scopes
Bean in thе Bentley, I'm jiggy, she dig me
Steam in the hemi, my fleece was by Ricky
Them boys can have not a piece of this city
My young
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
the clout
It's because I'm coming in like toilet paper is running out
And I'm all about the paper when I'm coming from the heart
I get up in some ass, then
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Sandler]:
You dig? You tell me which of the two they're doin' okay? Workin' out or havin'
Sex?
[Man]:
Yeah I got ya
[Adam Sandler]:
Alright I'm pressing
yo I caught her
Sorta bugged ain't it? Dig the flow of the rhyme
You know the hoe fainted when I showed her mine
Jumpin out the socks whether cotton
my ri-up
We buck, but don't nobody want to find that out
Murder niggaz lyrically instead of pullin' my gat out
Now I'm on some hard core, makin' me
NINE-FOUR-SIX-ONE-OH
*DJ Pam cuts "Dig It!"
(Yeah, The Coup, comin at you in ninety-three!)
Yeah, and we out y'all...
"Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?"
feel it?
My funky sensation
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
My funky sensation
I'm calling all you, party people
Come on, get up and dig that
of business
Is together, dig it, tight?)
I can't spend my life running away
For what it's worth, how much dirt can I get done in a day?
I got, clip in
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
Lordy baby could you tell me what's wrong with me
The way I feel nobody would believe
All these things that you do
You know they drive me out
la la la la la
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la la la la la
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la la la la la
A bag of blue funk kick it
Hear me out, I
Mic check
(When I was led to you)
(I knew you were the one for me)
Come through, dig the sound
(I swear the whole world could feel you MC)
Some summers in the evening after six or so
I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer
I think about my friends
Sometimes I wish they lived out
Mic check
(When I was led to you)
(I knew you were the one for me)
Come through, dig the sound
(I swear the whole world could feel you MC)
we live alone, got no television, got no
Telephone
But when we walk down the street people get out of the way
They say "Here come the Masterman
we live alone got no television got no telephone
But when we walk down the street people get out of the way
They say "Here come the Masterman
know?
Don't you know?
Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these
tag team me and shawty share the same belt
It don't really matter if you dig her or you dis her man
Do your boy a favor when you out don't kiss her
fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Who got my back? Ain't nobody holdin' me back
I'm out here fightin'
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