diggin me, diggin me.They diggin me,diggin me, diggin me look at everybodt diggin me, diggin me, they diggin me look at everybody diggin me, diggin me
diggin' me, diggin' me They diggin' me, look at everybody diggin' me, diggin' me Diggin' me, look at everybody diggin' me, diggin' me They diggin' me
Traduzione: D4L. Diggin 'Me.
4: Apathy] Basically, base is too risky, these dudes bein' shifty Sittin' around, listenin' to 50 and think that they can stick me My place is gettin' raided, so they'll probably evict me
folders E-Rickets like I told ya I got you Crab Rickets on the tip of your toes And you be all on my jock Cause you be diggin' my flows And D.J. Quik
more man. Throw your L's up for this one. Rest in peace Big L, yeah. [Verse 4: over Buckwild's beat for Big L 'Put It On'] Yo, listen, it don't take
that love, huh? Makin' things for me toward you harder Killin' me, just when I think we tight You say some stupid shit and mess up my whole night, like Tellin' me
hoes who plays the game like we supposed [Jay] That nigga Daz in the house [Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G Don't change the game for these
see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle Cuz what they sell, I'ma sell double You wanna see rocks, then look at L's wrist If you see me in the club
, bloody body police Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker Jack be nimble make your body tremble Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest Then I K-I-double L
Bloody M-E-A-T Mr. West to the S-I-D-E ride And remember me fool Westside pimpin' slide I bust that shit on South Central Cartel's first C-D Now who
good times big J.J. lookin' boy, [Hook: x4] Point Em' Out Get Em' [Young Joc:] Oh L.L. I need love lookin' boy, Fake I.D. can't get in the club lookin
mind the last time I fried The L 25 keeps the party live Even though I'm hell-bent and still heaven sent Like the Diamond D, and the Diggin in the Crates
is child's play L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s 40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
pockets and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha chorus: [Big Gipp] Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me
