Can You Dig It? - Def Squad

(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, fuck 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 shit on 
, 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