Can U Dig It Lyrics - Def Squad

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 

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