Can You Dig It?

(Mm-hmm)

(Can I get you something?)

('S'mofo' butter layin' me da bone)

(Jackin' me up, tight me)

(I'm sorry, I don't understand)

(Cutty say he can't hang)

(Oh, stewardess! I speak jive)

(Oh)

(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)

I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry in scent

My tailor-made slacks with the dick print

My afro pick with the black fist

I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick

Platform shoes out the mothership

Talk shit, 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, 1-Adam-12

Pretty ass ****, 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 fuck with me

I'm just tryna tell ya

"Young blood, best respect yo' elders"

Right on

(Right on, right on)

I'm comin' straight from the Seventies

Super fly in my perm and my leather P's

I'm comin' straight from the Seventies

Super fly in my perm and my leather P's

(Sho'-nuff, sho'-nuff, sho'-nuff)

I'm comin' straight from the Seventies

Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me

(Can you dig it?)

I'm comin' straight from the Seventies

Old school playa, fuck 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, ****, say word

(Word up)

I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry Bird

(Damn)

The day they blew up a rocket

I was lookin' at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin'

(Double up, double up)

Michael Jackson vs. Prince

Atari 2600, I don' done it

See that fat gold chain?

****, 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, ****

I might nuke you, ****

In my DeLorean, Back to the Future, ****

(Fresh, fresh, fresh)

I'm comin' straight from the Eighties

With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes

I'm comin' straight from the Eighties

With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes

(Word up, word up, word up)

I'm comin' straight from the Eighties

With my fat gold chain for the ladies

(Can you dig it?)

I'm comin' straight from the Eighties

With my fat gold chain for the ladies

Man, you know what I'm sportin'

A short haircut, everything Jordan

That's right, 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 cracks spot with a laptop

Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac

French braid and weed heads

Where'd all these **** come from with these dreads?

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

(Yay-yay)

So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo' brakes, respect your elders"

(Baby-baby)

I'm comin' straight from the Nineties

I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy

I'm comin' straight from the Nineties

I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy

(Fo-sho', fo-sho', fo-sho')

I'm comin' straight from the Nineties

Triple OG, you know where to find me

(Can you dig it?)

I'm comin' straight from the Nineties

Triple OG, you know where to find me

Fresh for 2018

(Yeah, 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)