It's the Diggy Doc, y'all, pumpin' it yes, y'all D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh Lettin the bass on and strong and hard for PPP the cut is E Double E
Yo, it's the Diggy Doc Y'all, yo, yo yo, I hear a bass
goes out to my niggaz and you all bitches The Benzes, Rovers and sixty-four switches The C.I.A., Feds and even sniffin' I plant a right by the bar when it starts kickin'
Doc stompin ground, Brick hound, what? Guerrillas out the jungle get gritty now, I'm walkin' barefooted over loads of hot from the snot-nose, keep your barbershop closed
When it goes, Flex don't have to drop the on it I keep my speech, bleek, and my mind on it So when it's time, I'm in the streets My mammal animal skin, all the birds in your Jeep
I'm nigga, when I was young I spread and shaved both legs to my Ran into Bebe's Kids in a pickup Shot up Toys R Us and Kay-Bee, nigga
is def poetry far beyond my control Fuck teflon, be body-armed like the toll from my girbauds and make it hot for homey I so much of that green, I bleed guacamole
It's Shaq and Kobe, I be for four quarters veterinarians to get the dogs off ya 'Animals Attack-Part Four', people I'm not the type of that'll go and 'Meet your Parents'
I'm trick or treatin', fuck if my chick is cheatin' I'm as fuck and I hope you niggaz sick of eatin' It's like the letter, tenth letter, third letter Chicken hawk, bird-getter, if you heard better
I got a with no ass at all I fuck her for the of that money, not basketball And my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back Yo, give me that rap game, take charge of that
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