| It’s the Diggy Diggy Doc y’all, pumpin it yes y’all
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| D.O.C. |
| on the system, we kick it fresh y’all
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| Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP
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| Engineerin the cut is E Double E
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| Yo, it’s the Diggy Diggy Doc y’all!.
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| Yo, yo yo, when I hear a «BASS»
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| This goes out to my niggas and y’all bitches
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| The Benzes, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches
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| The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin
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| I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin
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| Doc stompin ground, Brick City hound WHAT?
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| Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now WHAT?
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| I’m walkin barefooted over loads of hot coal
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| Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed
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| When it goes, Flex don’t have to drop the bomb on it
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| I keep my speech, +Bleek+, and my right mind on it
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| So when it’s time, I’m heard in the streets
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| My mammal animal skin, excitin all the birds in your Jeep
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| I’m crazy nigga, when I was young
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| I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter
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| Ran into Bebe’s Kids in a baby pickup
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| Shot up Toys R Us and robbed Kay-Bee nigga!
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| This is +Def+ poetry far beyond my control
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| Fuck your teflon, we body-armed like the Toad
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| Unload from my Girbauds and make it hot for homey
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| I puff so much of that green I BLEED guacamole
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| It’s like Shaq and Kobe, I beef for four quarters
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| Callin veternarians to get the doggs off ya
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| «Animals Attack — Part Four,» people starin
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| I’m not the type of Focker that’ll go and _Meet_ your _Parents_
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| I’m outside trick or treatin, fuck if my chick is cheatin
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| I’m hungry as FUCK, and I hope you niggas sick of eatin
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| It’s like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter
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| Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better
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| I got a chick with no-ass-a'tall
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| I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball
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| And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back
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| YO, GIMME THAT RAP GAME, WE’LL TAKE CHARGE OF THAT |