| Yo, everybody’s goin retro, right?
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| And I was thinkin… if the 60's and 70's were now,
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| Isaac Hayes woulda have his own 900 number.
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| I know, and MC Hammer would’ve been a pimp, right?
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| Word, and jimmi would’ve dug us right?
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| Word.
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| Yeah.
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| Get yours, float up to the stars
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| Planets hits a spot 'bout six blocks east of Mars.
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| Air soul kicks and crush velvet hats,
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| hangin off the ave with the beautifulest naps.
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| Ride in the crest with the blessed, give a yes.
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| Planets kinda funky, as if you hadn’t guessed.
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| Placebo’s gettin blocked, funky joints get rocked
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| Jive is not found, we fly from the flesh
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| Whether Jeep or 'Lac, Peak you as you been there and
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| Float to them raps, Butterfly’s planets for the
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| Jam 8 Tracks… from the 90-tops with the
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| Twists and plaits, look beneath my hat
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| Find the braids that hit ya, metro quite equiped
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| Knows of all the funk that was laid in 7-zips
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| Funk is phat, homey homey don’t you know me?
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| Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on me
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| Groovy you could call it, hip, yeah, you could call we,
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| Fikky sticky fingers stuck us, loot junkies.
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| If you diggin rhyme, then you diggin rap
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| Jimmi’s diggin this and we be diggin that…
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| yeah…
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| (The song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig
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| the cats, you can dig the song).
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| Yo, the black panthers would’ve had their own show right?
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| I know, and 8-track walkmans, right?
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| True, The Jackson Five would’ve had dreads.
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| Word, my man Tito would look fly, right?
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| Word, and Jimmi would’ve dug Dig Planets for real, word.
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| Planets bustin out of this L-7 square
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| Check out the wares, check out the hairs
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| Sweetback chills with Shav, on the ave
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| Jimmi’s diggin cats, and that’s just the half
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| Where’d they find the stuff to freak it like a wizzard,
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| Slick just like a lizzard? |
| really weird, or is it?
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| It’s just the logic, from how we rocks it Pop shock picks it up and drops hits
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| We, the synthesis of then and now melts
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| channeled to the masses through a DJ and some felts
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| Long haired hippies, Afro blacks,
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| All get together across the tracks
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| Because when we shows up, rythm rolls up Funk cannot be measured while the pleasure grows up Life ain’t what it seems, life is but a dream
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| Planets wreakin havok is as constant as the rain
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| Yeah…
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| (The song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig
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| the cats, you can dig the song.
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| Yeah, I can really dig how these cats get down with the
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| sound as it is today. |
| The way they’re bringing it all
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| together, they’re cool. |
| Brothas are doin it right. |
| And
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| they’re paying good respect to the masters, I can
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| dig it. |
| It’s exactly the way it should be. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jimmi Diggin' Cats , by - Digable Planets. Song from the album Reachin' (A New Refutation Of Time And Space), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп