Def Squad - Can U Dig It

The song Can U Dig It is performed by Def Squad.

Def Squad - Can U Dig It Lyrics




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It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess y'all
I confess, y'all, when I spit the yiggy yes y'all
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

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, f**k your white picket fence
I'm from the hood, keepin' it tinsel, 17 inch

I'm strictly convinced, y'all puss
Flippin' crack, save that I keep 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
Callin' all cars, naah, call National Guards and trucks
And their weapons better be big as f**k

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, y'all 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 legitimate, 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' motherf**kers

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