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