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def squad - can you dig it lyrics

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(e dub)
it’s erick sermon, no need for those to guess yall
i confess, ya’ll, when i spit the yiggy yes yall
i gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin ya
tear the club up like three 6 mafia
i’m real, react when it’s time to peel
step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal?
yo dog, i roll tight in my stinkin lincoln
with black frame, grey interior with the wood grain
and two stash boxes, for the funds and guns
i don’t own an uzi, but my 9 weights a ton
kid, we be the mos’ deffest, no squad can catch us
we takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures

(funk doc)
when i turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face
my name will still be in debates about who was great
i make you tie your lace two times when i create
cause when i begin to get slick, i sweat quaker state
we three the hard way, tight like little jamal’s face
you offers, i walk through your church without no parlay
or permits, f-ck your white picket fence
i’m from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch
i’m strictly convinced, yall p-ss
flippin crack, save that
i kepp my money stacked, ghetto diplomat style
order it now, no refunds
i’m like a clib with jums
i move crack fiends with different vowels
even technicians can’t repair the mic i spit on
i’m too underground to dance with that shiny sh-t on
, naah, call national guards and trucks
and their weapons better be big as f-ck!

ay yo, the three of us together is incredible
like a miracle, finally i get to move it up a few decimals
unquestionable, unconscionable to the mental
not that happy dappy sh-t that you’re use to
i got the skunky funky illest funk flow
for the glamorous, scandalous world of radio
and pimpin ain’t dead, ya’ll n-gg-s just scared
to smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there
oh yeah, i heard your new sh-t is garbage
b-st-rd, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket
i get stupid, dumb, illiterate when i’m killin it
real legitamate, b-tches gettin intimate
in nineteen hundred and ninety eight
we gonna set a whole lotta different sh-t straight
you suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin motherf-ckers!



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