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Lyrics: WWE. Can You Dig It?.

You can find me center stage, center of attention
Booker T's here like Vin Diesel triple xing,
On the count of three, I want you all to spit it
One two three, can you dig it sucka

Five time's the champ, more the man
Scuffle with me, not a good plan
Gotta show the world a better way for the youth
All eyes on me, Booker T's the truth

Whatever the state, wherever you at
Booker put it down man, simple as that
Booker ain't hating, ain't dissin' a thing
No more drama in my life, feel the vibe I bring

Don't be fooled because he bruised
Booker T the type to come speak at cha school
Wherever you at, I talk it like I walk it, I walk it like I live it
If you know the words, hit it, can you dig it sucka

Since Harlem Heat, hard to beat
WCW Champ, plus four repeats
Wanna get down? You're gonna lay down
When you lay down, you're gonna stay down

Wanna know about my life, it's an open book
Booker made a change, just like Mase
Now Booker get respect
When he come in the place

Man this ain't about guns and drugs and ill thugs
This is bout makin' it better for lil' 'cuz
Can you dig it sucka, understand the way
Booker so humble, in this concrete jungle

Right or wrong I rumble, till the wrong tumble
From giants to midgets, can you dig it?
Larger than life, but it's no movie
I'm the true master of the spinaroonie, can you dig it sucka