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lootpack – loopdigga lyrics

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i’m the type of brother that don’t like to hear the same thing
over and over so i don’t listen to the radio
i go beat shopping with my brothers or my lady, yo
they take me to the spot so i can dig
come home with the fact snack and dig
instead of playing sports i’d rather dig
call my n-gg- kan kick to see if he got this sh-t
hey, you heard that cal tjader?
we be sprung off them loops like brothers play hoops
playing old static loop tapes for lex, jeeps, bizzers and coupes
keep sampling whack while i dig up the raw core
a-yo, i’m out, i gotta go the record store
peace

blaze this for all y’all
by all means necessary raw, no holds barred
spit at y’all, sixteen bars of war for who you sleeping on
emcees acting hard, nutting up to catch flu b-lls
stomp before you p-wn the dark paws when i drop dogs
landing multiples, no charge when beef starts
med ends it with a verse that snaps you r-t-rds
you fall of ’cause no heart, california mind state
i regulate, rhyme penetrate right through your chest plate
checkmate fate for your demo tape and yellow tape
of one trace, med the master race throughout the tri-state
on a daily base stay laced with a verse to rock a universe
a skirt, blowing up and won’t burst
there’s lessons to be learnt
when i’m on fire you stay concerned
’cause i’m eager to burn biters for the chips as they earn
that’s my word, drink, smoke a pound of herb
herb and swerve my way to learn
805 ways to get served with words

ever since i was young digging in my pop’s stack
sampling off c-ssettes, 33s, 45s, and 8-tracks
rare wax, a true loop digger’s attraction
always spend a fraction of my check on fat jams
second hand stores get rushed like area wars
you could always catch me digging at your local record stores
for the raw buying vinyl until my final
days, blow away pay, various ways to connect
fat loops, put mics in check
turn the sp on and commence to dissect
bust a vest in your rest he’s a fake n-gg-
so how many y’all n-gg-s know about crate digging



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