Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Diggin', artist - Showbiz. Album song Runaway Slave, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Still Diggin' |
| Yeah, 1992, Showbiz & A.G., we about to catch wreck. |
| And I |
| Got my main man Diamond D, he’s about to catch wreck from |
| Diggin' in the crates and all that. |
| And I’d like to say |
| I chop off the head off of all those that commercialize! |
| We got real bad bwoy in effect. |
| Come Diamond D, come correct! |
| Yo check it |
| See I’m back on the block but my name ain’t Quincy |
| Yeah, I’m chopping rappers up into mincemeat |
| Step up and speak if your shit ain’t weak |
| The beats for the Jeep kid, they don’t come cheap |
| I practice my craft so you can call me macaroni |
| And I get cheese and more run than a pony |
| Smoke a lotta herb but I don’t chew tobacco |
| When Show drops the beat I say «Holy mackeral!» |
| The stunts don’t front any longer |
| See my status is large, and the props are getting stronger |
| Ride around with Lou Dog in the Path |
| Sit back and laugh or maybe sign an autograph |
| I’m walking tall, but yo I’m not a cracker |
| Don’t run with the bourgeois, my crew’s much blacker |
| So give a shout for the man with the clout |
| Sipping on a Guiness stout, yo I’m out |
| Showbiz, my man’s still diggin' in the crates |
| Diamond D, yeah I’m still diggin' in the crates |
| Showbiz, my man’s still diggin' in the crates |
| Diamond D, yeah I’m still diggin' in the crates |
| Ayo, it’s often said, but it’s never read |
| That Diamond got a beat for every dread in his head |
| But don’t be mislead (Why?) |
| 'Cause breakbeats are dead |
| I’m not the Biz, who runs around with Super Pro Keds |
| I’m just a cool brother who hangs out in a chop shop |
| And I still get my props when giving brothers knots |
| So step up front, yeah, that’s if you want it |
| It’s time to Breed, there’s no future in fronting |
| Cause they know, and I know, and she know, and we know |
| That I’m an old champ like Bruno Sammartino |
| Or Ivan Putski or the brother Tony Atlas |
| Buy my EP and Showbiz will be the fattest |
| And baddest is my status, I knew a man named Thaddeus |
| Who rode a night train to Georgia just like Gladys |
| Knight and the Pips, there’s no 40's on my lips |
| Yo pass the Moet, I might flip and take a sip |
| And sit back and smoke a blunt with Slick Nick |
| Sometimes he puff slow, sometimes he puff quick |
| I’d rather grab the mic and concentrate on getting papes |
| I’m out, and I’m still diggin' in the fucking crates |
| Showbiz, my man’s still diggin' in the crates |
| Diamond D, yeah I’m still diggin' in the crates |
| Showbiz, my man’s still diggin' in the crates |
| Diamond D, yeah I’m still diggin' in the crates |
| Showbiz, my man’s still diggin' in the crates |
| Diamond D, yeah I’m still diggin' in the crates |
| Showbiz, my man’s still diggin' in the crates |
| Diamond D, yeah I’m still diggin' in the crates |
| Word up man, you’ve gotta keep diggin' in the crates, you know what I’m saying? |