Its the Diggy Diggy Doc yall, pumpin it yes yall
D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh yall
Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP
Engineerin the cut is E Double E
Yo, its the Diggy Diggy Doc yall! ..
Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "BASS"
This goes out to my niggaz and yall bitches
The Benzes, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches
The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin
I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin
Doc stompin ground, Brick City hound WHAT?
Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now WHAT?
Im walkin barefooted over loads of hot coal
Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed
When it goes, Flex dont have to drop the bomb on it
I keep my speech, +Bleek+, and my right mind on it
So when its time, Im heard in the streets
My mammal animal skin, excitin all the birds in your Jeep
Im crazy nigga, when I was young
I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter
Ran into Bebes Kids in a baby pickup
Shot up Toys R Us and robbed Kay-Bee nigga!
This is +Def+ poetry far beyond my control
Fuck your teflon, be body-armed like the toll
Unload from my Girbauds and make it hot for homey
I puff so much of that green I BLEED guacemole
Its like Shaq and Kobe, I be for four quarters
Callin veternarians to get the doggs off ya
"Animals Attack - Part Four," people starin
Im not the type of Focker thatll go and meet your parents
Im outside trick or treatin, fuck if my chick is cheatin
Im hungry as FUCK, and I hope you niggaz sick of eatin
Its like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter
Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better
I got a chick with no-ass-atall
I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball
And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back
YO, GIMME THAT RAP GAME, WELL TAKE CHARGE OF THAT
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