Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what??
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Yeah what?
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Intro/Chorus:
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Got ta hold it down
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Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
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Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock
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*repeat x3*
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Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
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I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
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We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're Genesis
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Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this
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Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas
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You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
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The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?
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Yiggity yeah
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The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang
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Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?"
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Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
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Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?)
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"Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
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but fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Skoob, Dray
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*?Miggity mog?* it's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this
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riggity mic, my target's the underground market
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I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
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The miggity mad dred night predator
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Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes
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claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
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But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!"
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Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan
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Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs
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my biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims
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I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass
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the cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
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I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
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We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
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of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
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Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it
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Chorus
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Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
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But a'time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher
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So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer
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I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
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we never changing faces like them two singin bitches
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So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner
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Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana
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I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
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In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed
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but the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
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the drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
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My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
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the dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta....
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Chorus (x2)
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Outro: Dray
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Hold it down, keep it on lock
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My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop
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(Got ta hold it down)
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Hold it down, keep it on lock
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Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop
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Hold it down, keep it on lock
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The young and the restless, word we don't stop
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Hold it down, keep it on lock
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My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad)
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Hold it down, keep it on lock
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My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop
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Hold it down, keep it on lock
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Hold It Down
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Das EFX |