Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ya Dig , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Ya Dig |
| Sta |
| You already know what it is niggaz |
| Exactly what the fuck y’all was afraid of |
| Riot Squad, Dipset, Byrdgang |
| Max, Bynoe waddup |
| Capo where the fuck you at nigga |
| Yo, get them the fuck from round me |
| I don’t care what P’s he hang in |
| I never heard of him so tell him to keep bangin' |
| My niggaz is riders, it’s strength and numbers |
| Whether 6 or that 5, there’s gangstas among us |
| Got the hood in a frenzy, they see how he |
| Open the suicide doors on that CLE |
| I been doin’this, hoppin’out, lookin’all Harlemish |
| Shoe game marvelous, heavy on his charm and wrist |
| You ain’t got the heart to risk ya life for ya lifestyle |
| Pay to get acquitted for the charges like Mike trial |
| I leave a white trail, follow your nose |
| Gorgeous gangsta around, just follow the hoes |
| They all juicy, sweatin''em, believe I’m flattered |
| But with’a starting five like mine, your binks don’t matter |
| Tints don’t matter, they know who that car belong to |
| I’d fuck her but you who the broad belong to |
| No matter the avenue, diddy-bop, swaggin’through |
| G’d up, flaggin’through |
| Two-tone wagon through (Yeah) |
| We in the City Of God, city is ours |
| Riot’s the squad, gang is the Byrd, movin’them birds |
| Man something that murder the third |
| We rockstars, fast money, and cars |
| YA DIG |
| You niggaz hustle but you not on your job |
| YA DIG |
| Play gangsta but you not that hard |
| YA DIG |
| Fly high with the Byrd and the Riot the squad |
| YA DIG |
| Byrdgang |
| I got my back to the wind (Speeding) |
| 90 grand for the Range with the racks in the rims (Ballin') |
| They say I’m local from the jump (Uh-huh) |
| Cause I ride around town with explosives in my trunk (Fully loaded) |
| My jeans saggin', pockets swollen with the mumps |
| Tints on the V while I’m smokin’on a blunt (That purple) |
| My neckware chilly, fresh gear illy |
| I’m hoppin’out the box bitch, next year Bentley ('06 shit) |
| It’s six dollars a record nigga (Check the units) |
| And don’t be mad ya bitch holla to check a nigga |
| I heard you B.I.G., but money ain’t the problem |
| I’m hoppin’out of Jimbo’s if I’m hungry up in Harlem (Yeah) |
| Yeah, that’s how we on it in our hood |
| I’m rockin’all my jewels, Henny quarter in the hood |
| We all got aliases, there’s warrants in the hood |
| And nigga what your ass, take caution, understood |
| We G’d up |
| We rockstars, fast money, and cars |
| YA DIG |
| You niggaz hustle but you not on your job |
| YA DIG |
| Play gangsta but you not that hard |
| YA DIG |
| Fly high with the Byrd and the Riot the squad |
| YA DIG |