Can You Dig It?

Can You Dig It? - Ice Cube (冰塊酷八)

Lyrics by：O Jackson/Dee Underdue/T. Underdue

Composed by：O Jackson/Dee Underdue/T. Underdue

Produced by：Dee Underdue/Teak Underdue

Can I get you something

'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone Jackin' me up tight me

I'm sorry I don't understand

Cutty say 'e can't hang

Oh stewardess I speak jive

Oh goods

Jus' hang loose blood

She gonna catch ya up on da rebound

On da med side

What it is big mama

My mama no raise no dummies I dug her rap

Cut me some slack Jack Chump

Don' want no help chump don't get da help

Say 'e can't hang say seven up

Jive-ass dude don't got no brains anyhow s**t

I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense

My tailor-made slacks with the dick print

My afro pick with the black fist

I'm Jim Brown b***h Kung Fu kick

Platform shoes out the mother ship

Talk s**t swallow spit I'm a pimp

Whitewalls and a black leather coat

Where's my bread sucka

Grab ya by the throat

Callin' all cars one-adam-twelve

Pretty a*s n***a you better stick yourself

Militant don't call me Cassius

Dashiki I got to be the blackest

I'm Isaac Hayes with a switchblade

I'm Rodney Allen Rippy come f**k with me

I'm just tryna tell ya

Young blood best respect your elders

Right on right on

I'm comin' straight from the 70's

Super fly in my perm and my leather P's

I'm comin' straight from the 70's

Super fly in my perm and my leather sho-nuff P's sho-nuff

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Old school playa f**k what they tellin' me

Can you dig it

I'm comin' straight from the 70's

Old school playa f**k what they tellin' me

House parties pop-lockin' and pickin'

Starter jackets got my Jheri curl drippin'

Gangbangin' yeah Bloodin' and crippin'

Forty ounce sippin' 6-4 dippin'

No shoe strings n***a say word word

I'm magic Johnson you larry bird d**n

The day they blew up a rocket

I was lookin' at my beeper

With a rock in my pocket slangin'

Double up

Michael Jackson vs prince

Atari 2600 I don' done it

See that fat gold chain n***a run it

I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't want it

Mike Tyson who's my opponent

Quick as Carl Lewis be back in a moment

I won't shoot ya n***a I might nuke you n***a

In my DeLorean back to the Future n***a

Fresh fresh

I'm comin' straight from the 80's

With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes

I'm comin' straight from the 80's

With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes

Word up word up

I'm comin' straight from the 80's

With my fat gold chain for the ladies can you dig it

I'm comin' straight from the 80's

With my fat gold chain for the ladies

Man you know what I'm sportin'

A short haircut everything Jordan

That's right a n***a played on the dream team

I had to let 'em know that it's a G thang

It's a black thing you wouldn't understand

Shaquille O'Neal the real superman

Boy I hit like Roy

Versace versace to all the real D-Boyz

In the crack spot with a laptop

Bumpin' that biggie smalls and 2Pac

French braid and w**d heads

Where'd all these n***as come from with these dreads

And during Y2K I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday yay yay

Yay yay

So what I'm tryna tell ya pump yo brakes respect your elders

Baby-baby

I'm comin' straight from the 90's

I keep it gangsta gutter and grimy

I'm comin' straight from the 90's

I keep it gangsta gutter and grimy

Fo-sho

I'm comin' straight from the 90's

Triple OG you know where to find me can you dig it

I'm comin' straight from the 90's

Triple OG you know where to find me

Fresh for 2018

I'm an ex-gangbanger from los Angeles

I've been to jail fighting partying low riding

But you learn as you get older

You must become a man one day and put away childish things

Can you dig it

Can you dig it

Can you dig it yeah