Erick Sermon - Can You Dig It? lyrics

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Erick Sermon - Can You Dig It? lyrics

(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** 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 shiny sh** on [Callin all cars], naah, call National Guards and trucks And their weapons better be big as f**! [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 sh** 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***as just scared To smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there Oh yeah, I heard your new sh** is GARBAGE ba*tard, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm k**in it Real legitamate, b**hes gettin intimate In nineteen hundred and ninety eight We gonna set a whole lotta different sh** straight You s**as, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin motherf**ers!

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