Lloyd Banks - Can You Dig It Lyrics
[Verse 1: Banks]Look how far I done got, they wanna get like meRealest mother*****er ever, dawg, I just might beCouple ladies on my right, and on my left like threeThink I’m high as you can go, give me death by weedI’d rather settle my success than be depressed by greedI’m doin’ more than triple on ‘em, nothing less, top speedI’m doin’ all the sugars on ‘em, I’m the best, buy weedEight at my table and the rest Dom PBorn to be on top, I won’t stop until my respect paidNew York City love me, I’ve been rapping for a decadeIt’s spending money season, though – I ball out every check, mateCame a long way from prayin’ to God that my cassete playThey throwin’ ***** at me, I catch it with one handToss it, hot potato, while I lay low with the fam’Today I’m on the creep, 90K on my sedanCountin’ down the days they let my ace up out the can[Hook: Banks]Marksman, lay it down, I don’t love herYeah, I’ve got a thing for victory and money by the colorShorty said she want to have me, she can have the rubberNigga can you dig that? ‘Cause I ain’t never dug herI’m a cold mother*****er, I do it for the gutterI can’t wait to let her go, and you’re the one to cuff herI’m stuntin’ on them chumps, let them niggas sufferI’m a cold mother*****er…[Verse 2: French]I be talkin’ to them *****es like I’m Pepe King***** back up, money stack up like 8’10Soccer boy, kick your ***** out with a scissor kickI be stackin’ green, nigga, on some lizard shitWrist rocked up nigga, on some blizzard shitTell your ***** protect her neck on some RZA shitHoppin’ out that window, that chain out, that MAC outThey told me bring my chain out, New York City is blacked outI said it’s blacked out, don’t make me back outHundred rounds of clips, smilingDon’t make me bring that mask outI’ve got a Banks truck in my back pocket9, 000 watts on my chain, where’s the socket?I’ve got them 8 balls, nigga, where’s the pocket? (What you got?)I’ve got them 8 balls, nigga, where’s the pocket?Suicide doors, think a nigga gone crazyDirty Sprite poured, think it got me moving lazy[Hook][Verse 3: Banks]Platinum spaceships spill out on my scene, shitKarate kid, put a ***** out with the clean kickPurple weed and yellow *****es make my brain tickRoyal light blue colours, peep my aura as my chain hitsHe can add a “03 or just calm my egoThey think I’m cheating with the raps…I’ll give up all I’ve got before I starve my peopleNigga your skin thin as Hell you let the bargains reach youShe cool as hell, I drop her off she back to snottyI’ve got a chick to tap for every tattoo on my bodyPick a model, she gon’ top me downBackstreet or the lobbyEvery finger rocky now, athlete when I partyCatch me rollin’ out… MaseratiPockets holding out… endo, probablyLook at how she poke it out, she wanna pop meI sat her down an broke ‘em out… ungh, sloppy…[Hook]
