Can You Dig It?

(feat. Biz Markie)

[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, ************* your white picket fence

I'm from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch

I'm strictly convinced, yall puss

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 *************ny *************t on

Callin all cars, naah, call National Guards and trucks

And their weapons better be big as *************!

[Keith Murray]

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 *************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 *************s just scared

To smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there

Oh yeah, I heard your new *************t is GARBAGE

Bastard, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket

I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm killin it

Real legitamate, ******* gettin intimate

In nineteen hundred and ninety eight

We gonna set a whole lotta different *************t straight

You suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin mother*******s!