Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can U Dig It , by - Coolio. Release date: 27.10.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can U Dig It |
| I know y’all wanna take me down |
| I know y’all wanna see me get clowned |
| I know y’all wanna take my sound |
| And put a nigga like me in the lost and found |
| But I refuse to fade I’ll stay this way |
| Spreadin' venom in the mic till I’m old and gray |
| And now niggaz wanna attack me |
| Flip flop and back me |
| But fool you’s a mackey |
| I’ll starch your ass like some khakis |
| Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods |
| Me and my crew will use your CD for a hackey sack |
| Imagine that and it shouldn’t be hard |
| 'Cause your style ain’t large |
| And you wanna make all the profits with crowbars |
| Can you dig it? |
| When nothin' can save it |
| Shock your ass like a phaser |
| Burn and cut like a laser |
| Amaze you, with this flava |
| I run with a pack of tennis shoe playas |
| Can you dig it? |
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| The first law of age is called survival |
| That’s why I’m deadly on revival |
| And it’s vital to my basic instinct |
| That all wack mcs become extinct |
| Because we on the brink or, should I say the edge |
| Like a schizophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin' on a ledge |
| Then you can’t see the black 'cause it’s blocked |
| By the blue and the red |
| U.f.o.s and scandalous ass hoes |
| Waist deep in the shit, it’s still smellin' like a rose |
| And I suppose you want me to play superstar |
| And when I see you on the street act like I don’t know who you are |
| So, you can run back and tell that but I won’t do that |
| So, fool you can chew that to all sucka mcs you better beware |
| I been conjurin' up forces way back in my lair |
| And my crew don’t scare and we don’t care, we act, we wear, I swear |
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| It’s the thrilla straight outta Compton, not manila |
| Got a choke hold on the mic like I was M.C. |
| gorilla |
| Take this to the heart for real a |
| Don’t you ever try to steal a |
| Like aids this shit came like gin a |
| Might fuck up your Liva |
| Call me pharaoh 'cause I’m floatin' bustas up the river |
| When I deliver make your sister and your grandma shiver |
| Top feelin' steadily rakin' up the scrilla |
| Kickin' back in my easy chair sippin' on some henna |
| Exol 'cause my whole crew is locin' |
| And fools always tryin' to fix shit that ain’t broken |
| I’m down with pixies so you don’t wanna see me |
| So, grab everyone in your crew and disappear like a genie |
| Never said I was the best but I ain’t the one to be testin' |
| Cross the line and in pieces you’ll be destined |
| Don’t stop, get it, get it |
| 'Cause I blow up the spot every time |
| I grab the mic and hit it, hit it |
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