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Def Squad
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Can U Dig It
作词:Keith Murray, R Noble, Erick Sermon, Billy Squier
It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess y'all I confess, y'all, when I spit the yiggy yes y'all 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
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, fuck your white picket fence I'm from the hood, keepin' it tinsel, 17 inch
I'm strictly convinced, y'all puss Flippin' crack, save that I keep my money stacked Ghetto diplomat style, order it now, no refunds 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 shit on Callin' all cars, naah, call National Guards and trucks And their weapons better be big as fuck
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 shit 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, y'all niggas just scared To smack a ho and make that tramp get up out there
Oh yeah, I heard your new shit is garbage Bastard, lookin' like you just stepped out of a casket I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm killin' it Real legitimate, bitches gettin' intimate
In nineteen hundred and ninety eight We gonna set a whole lotta different shit straight You suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard Sewer rat eatin' motherfuckers
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