Baby can you dig your man He's a righteous man Baby can you dig your man I'll see his like again Baby can you dig your man? Populance Makes so much
Traduzione: Self. Baby, Can You Dig Your Man.
behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign And without knowledge of self how else can a
little bit, 'cause to tell you the truth, I'm gonna love you and that's it. 'Cause I love you baby, love you baby, love you baby, love you baby,
one else Well you the rapper man's rapper, dressed fresh and dapper Everybody knows you do the funky hand clapper Remember that party down on eighty-fifth You best believe man you
Cause you never let me hold your You see it's like this I'll start explaining Dres is down with self maintaining Don't say I can't, I know that I can
will be findin you, black will be designed you Dig into my chronicle, so I can unbondage you They let you see what they want you to But things is right
cells, Because you must of known, I can't trust the phones, For the dough you'll be like d'oh stuck at home, [CHORUS:] Now lord you know,(Lord you know
Curious, curious, curious, curious) [SHORTY:] Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep? What are you doing here? Who are you here with? [DRES:] I'm with my man Pos, you
that don't What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash You dig? You can
your windows, close your doors Fuck that, hide your pens and lock your jaws Dig that? My verbal skills should be against the law You wit' that? Now light
uno , dos Yoy fall off and you can't come back You get the hit single , your album sound wack I give you the leeway , you sound like us , rock like us
can be music. FZ: Hello? Yeah, are you busy? Well I was wondering -this is Frank- can you come, yeah, can you come over here and be in our uh, teen-age
to cry for ya, But not too much to call you and tell you that I adore ya, And tell you how I'm missin you, lovin you, and kissin you, And think about
of those nights, you feel like gettin down You ain't choosy on the honey you picked No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick So you get down
you can slang all day On Thursdays, sit ya ass back down (off top!) On Fridays, you can fuck all day On Saturdays and Sundays, you cool boy, believe that Baby
niggas drinkin' Hennessee Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig
