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
Translation: Self. Baby, Can You Dig Your Man.
Can you dig the groove? Can you make the move? Can you dig the say? Can you make the pay? Dig the groove? Can you dig it? Tell me, can you dig it? Tell me, can
to all you real gangstaz, an all you perpitrators. Chorus *(Harm)* x2 You've, got me funkin,(funkin) over nuthin man,(funkin man) why ya wanna
a black man scorned Nigga BLAK IZ BLAK, you've officially been warned Nigga - you've officially been warned You hear me? You've you you've OFFICIALLY
you're livin on some unreal high As I realize -- you're not that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly So go 'head, witcha self Dig it, you
, adios, uno, dos You 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
' out ya face like that Baby girl touchin' my chain Now let me tell you who I am You can't run no games I'm gangsta, baby ain't nuttin' changed Can you
ni$$a, spitter Gold-digger, couldn't dig ya'self a chip Dig ya'self a hole, told 'em I was cold from the rip Zero zero man, need more of those in my
a pound double o's b-12's extroidinary pushing a man wit (errrr) exquisite watch em lock, pivot move lemme get it straight dig in it penetrate till you
to war behinds yours Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve [Turk](Hook) Why you blockin us Baller Blockin us You niggas can keep tryin Ain't no stoppin us [Baby
your windows, close your doors Fuck that, hide your pens and lock your jaws Dig that? My verbal skills should be against the laws You wit that? Now light
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 the good old
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: You can
, 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 for your crown
sun and moon because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain and without knowledge of self how else can
you crippled Motherfuck five cents but we'll kill you over Nickel, we some killaz You fuckin' with a killa (I love you, baby) You fuckin' with a killa (You're so sexy) You
Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool I can dig it, I can dig it, I can dig it I can dig it, I can dig it, I can dig it
