| Back again for the first time
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| TRU Records, it’s like that, heeey
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| Respect us, all my dogs
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| And all of y’all, what, check it out, what
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| One time just don’t bother me
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| All my homies come follow me
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| If you my dog, then you won’t bother me
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| Hey whodi, playas gone play
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| Now don’t stop (ya dig) keep it real (ya dig)
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| It’s T-R-U (ya dig) No Limit still (ya dig)
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| Now how you feel (ya dig) boy is you mad (ya dig)
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| That’s kinda sad (ya dig) you doing bad (ya dig)
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| Well me and my dogs (ya dig) you know we ball (ya dig)
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| Until we fall (ya dig) but we won’t fall (ya dig)
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| 2001 (ya dig) 2002 (ya dig)
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| 2003 (ya heard) we play for keeps (that's real)
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| It’s C-P-3 (ya dig) to the dot com (ya dig)
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| So stop hating (ya dig) and free your mind (ya dig)
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| Cause playas play (ya dig) and hatas hate (ya dig)
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| And ballas gone ball (ya dig) and shot callas gone call (ya dig)
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| I’m C dash (ya dig) to the Murder man (ya dig)
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| I make you dance (ya dig) give you a chance (ya dig)
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| I run the streets (ya know) represent my hood (ya dig)
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| If you don’t like me (playa) it’s all good (ya dig)
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| Tear the club up (ya dig) and raise the roof (ya dig)
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| That C-C-B (ya dig) now that’s my crew (ya dig)
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| Now throw em up (ya dig) and look alive (uh huh)
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| Cause looking at my rollie it’s about that time (yeah)
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| Get your groove on (ya dig) get your freak on (ya dig)
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| Cut the lights on, some boys done got they fight on (ya know)
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| It’s time to blaze (ya dig) here comes the cops (ya dig)
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| I hope I don’t get stopped before I make it to my block
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| Ice on my wrist (ya dig) ring on my fist (ya dig)
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| Hit you with hits (ya dig) something like this (ya dig)
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| Them platinum placks (ya dig) and platinum cards (ya dig)
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| Visa, American Express (ching) take the charge (ya dig)
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| This for my whodis (ya dig) this for my round (ya dig)
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| This for all my dogs (ya dig) on lockdown (stay TRU)
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| I breaks it down (ya dig) like broken glass (ya dig)
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| I cut a rug (whoo) like cutting class (ya dig)
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| Now shake it fast (ya dig) then shake it slow (ya dig)
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| My thugs bout head cause uh, we from the ghetto (uh huh)
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| And all my soldiers gone ride for me (put it up)
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| Light it up, blow it up and get high with me (ya dig) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ya Dig , by - C-Murder. Song from the album The Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп