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