Lyrics:
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
Who is it?
Well, it's Grand Puba, honey
With my man Stud Doogie, love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it
I hit a flow all dipped in
Who is it?
Well, it's Grand Puba, honey
With my man Stud Doogie, love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it
I hit a flow all dipped in
If everything that we love
Will burn down
Then should we love no one and nothing?
If all that we build
Falls down
Then I will dig the deepest
sand in an hour glass
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll
He got
sand in an hour glass
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll
He got
dig the juicy ribs and then you'll dance that bop
Wouldn't anybody like to take a nice old-fashioned walk?
Scooby-doo, a-scooby-doo, we can bop
got that green light baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia
I don't know
Well I dig you Georgia
roll past
Look the wrong way when I'm moving too fast
Is it real? Wind the tape back
Watch the whole reel 'til the picture goes black
Dig your
write them every day
I'll soon be heading eastwards
I'm hammering the nails
I'm working on the railroad
I dig away the time
I'm singing
Every single day
I'm waiting by my phone
Since you've gone away
It's lonely sleeping on my own
Out of luck
We had a lover's rot
Like so many
anybody home?"
I was standin' on the steps
Feelin' most alone.
Well, out comes a farmer,
He must have thought that I was nuts.
He immediately looked at me
sharp, shock
They won't do it again. Dig it?
I mean he get off lightly, 'cause I would've given him a thrashing
I only hit him once! It was only
sharp, shock
They won't do it again. Dig it?
I mean he get off lightly, 'cause I would've given him a thrashing
I only hit him once! It was only
down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
But Krayzie Bone will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm
Allah Math, dig it
My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper
As I'm diggin' out her mother's best friend.
Ask about my kids, say they gettin' big
As we moan and dig.
Fucked another, she was kinda thick but
break
That I knew one day would come
And I plug in my guitar
And I look out across the room
And I dig into my heart
And I try to sing the truth
your golden cage
Then turn the page on the demons in your head
You gotta step up
Get to the bottom of it
Dig deep and go behind the scenes
You
And I've exhausted every ounce of my own strength
But until I dig down deep enough to find the root
All I'm doing is, all I'm doing is yanking out the leaves
Count 'em out
Count 'em out
Count 'em out
Got a second
Got a minute
Got a moment
Better dig it 'cos
We're wrecking it
We're jacking it
We're
Me and my niggas we pull up and pop out
She got nice titties, them shits bout' to pop out
If her man go a problem we pull up with glocks out
Never
through
I'll always make space for you in my mind
Deserted
But I'll dig through the sands of time!
Woah
Oh
Oh
(Woah)
Out of time
We're out of time
(Oh oh)
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I'ma always stay down for my squad n shi ya dig what im saying
Puss ah boy yk what's goin on
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