Ice Cube – Can You Dig It? Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Can You Dig It? – Ice Cube

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

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

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I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense
My tailor-made slacks with the deeck print
My afro pick with the black fist
I’m Jim Brown, b**ch, Kung Fu kick
Platform sh*es out the mothership
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 ass n**ga, 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

I’m comin’ straight from the 70s
Super fly in my perm and my leather P’s
I’m comin’ straight from the 70s
Super fly in my perm and my leather P’s
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 70s
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’, ’64 dippin’
No sh*e strings, n**ga, say word
I’m Magic Johnson, you Larry Bird

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The day they blew up a rocket
I was lookin’ at my beeper
With a rock in my pocket, slangin’
Michael Jackson vs. Prince
Atari 2600, I don’ done it
See that fat gold chain n**ga, 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**ga, I might nuke you, n**ga
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future, n**ga
Fresh

I’m comin’ straight from the 80s
With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes
I’m comin’ straight from the 80s
With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes
I’m comin’ straight from the 80s
With my fat gold chain for the ladies
I’m comin’ straight from the 80s
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**ga 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 weed heads
Where’d all these n**gas come from with these dreads
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin’ Friday
So what I’m tryna tell ya, Pump yo brakes, respect your elders
Baby-baby

I’m comin’ straight from the 90s
I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy
I’m comin’ straight from the 90s
I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy
I’m comin’ straight from the 90s
Triple OG, you know where to find me
I’m comin’ straight from the 90s
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..③…

➤ Written by Dee Underdue, Teak Underdue & Ice Cube
Album: Everythang’s Corrupt
Produced by Teak Underdue & Dee Underdue
Ice Cube | 2020

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