Quasimoto - Return of the Loop Digga lyrics
[Quasimoto - Return of the Loop Digga lyrics]
L-l-loop digga
Yo, it's the loop digga
Man, it's the loop digga (My nigga, my nigga)
Some niggas be sampling the same ass shit
Some niggas be looping up
Them played out hit's
But that's more for me
Plus the peeps I'm down with
We strive to create some way out other shit
That you ain't heard yet
We building up respect
Then come the check, then I cash chips
Now I go get more stacks of wax
Fuck CDs, cassettes, 8 tracks and DATs
Fuck all that shit, cat
I remember I was stealing old
Records from my aunt's closet
Back in the days I didn't even know that
I could make a profit off it
I drop loops to make you feel
Like you been taking swiggers
Yo, it's the return, nigga
Yo, it's the loop digga
Man, it's the loop digga (My nigga, my nigga)
Madlib: Excuse me
Vendor: Ah yes, you looking for something?
Madlib: There's no prices on
These records right here vendor: Oh
The jazz records? Oh those aren't
Marked yet but if you
Look over here do you have anything in mind?
Madlib: Would you happen to have any
Uhh stanley Cowell? Like 1970s stuff
Vendor: I've never heard of him
Madlib: I think his stuff is
On Strata East or something
Vendor: Has he made any hit's?
Madlib: He ain't got none of that
Vendor: I doubt if I have him
Madlib: Back there
You got some Grant Green or something?
Vendor: Ah, grant Green? Yes 1958 blue
Note blue Note Records
Madlib: Chick Corea, Inner Space? I'm looking
For that shit it's on Atlantic, 1968
Vendor: No, um, sorry
Madlib: What kinda breaks you got then?
Vendor: We got a wide
Selection of Simon Harris
Madlib: Simon Harris breaks? Nah
I'm looking for some shit with some real soul
Vendor: Shit? Excuse me?
Madlib: Fuck? Fuck it
Vendor: Got Redbone Breaks
Madlib: Y'all got any reggae up
In this piece or something?
Vendor: We have no reggae in here
Madlib: Nothing? Vendor: No, nothing
Madlib: Shit, I'm out
Yo, Madlib yo i know you comin' with all
This other shit man
But, I want you to hit them with
That raw shit right about now
You know what you gotta do
One two, one two
The selective approach provides the essential
Conditions for creative freedom
Uh oh, I got shit on deck
Just like a pelican
The Beat Konducta orchestrate
Put you under my spell again
I drop the soul inside your ear hole
Add the bass line
Then I hit you with a fat drum roll (Hit it)
I'm tackling gods and dogs on Holy Thursday
Like David Axelrod
I keep it raw from the first day
I want it in the worst way
Don't pay more than ten dollars
Get together with Kan-Kick it's
Like we loop scholars
Keeping Clifford Jordan on down
To Willie Mason
The Propositions, Cassietta George
Good for lacing
It's like I got a goldmine in my soul supply
Niggas askin' "Yo, Madlib, why you waste so
Much money on records and getting high
Man?" man, I got no time for silly shit
Throw this record on, pack a bowl, take a hit
Yo it's the l-l-l-loop digga
Yo, it's the loop digga
Man, it's the loop digga (My nigga, my nigga)
Some niggas be sampling the same ass shit
Some niggas be looping up
Them played out hit's
But that's more for me
Plus the peeps I'm down with
We strive to create some way out other shit
That you ain't heard yet
We building up respect
Then come the check, then I cash chips
Now I go get more stacks of wax
Fuck CDs, cassettes, 8 tracks and DATs
Fuck all that shit, cat
I remember I was stealing old
Records from my aunt's closet
Back in the days I didn't even know that
I could make a profit off it
I drop loops to make you feel
Like you been taking swiggers
Yo, it's the return, nigga
Yo, it's the loop digga
Man, it's the loop digga (My nigga, my nigga)
Madlib: Excuse me
Vendor: Ah yes, you looking for something?
Madlib: There's no prices on
These records right here vendor: Oh
The jazz records? Oh those aren't
Marked yet but if you
Look over here do you have anything in mind?
Madlib: Would you happen to have any
Uhh stanley Cowell? Like 1970s stuff
Vendor: I've never heard of him
Madlib: I think his stuff is
On Strata East or something
Vendor: Has he made any hit's?
Madlib: He ain't got none of that
Vendor: I doubt if I have him
Madlib: Back there
You got some Grant Green or something?
Vendor: Ah, grant Green? Yes 1958 blue
Note blue Note Records
Madlib: Chick Corea, Inner Space? I'm looking
For that shit it's on Atlantic, 1968
Vendor: No, um, sorry
Madlib: What kinda breaks you got then?
Vendor: We got a wide
Selection of Simon Harris
Madlib: Simon Harris breaks? Nah
I'm looking for some shit with some real soul
Vendor: Shit? Excuse me?
Madlib: Fuck? Fuck it
Vendor: Got Redbone Breaks
Madlib: Y'all got any reggae up
In this piece or something?
Vendor: We have no reggae in here
Madlib: Nothing? Vendor: No, nothing
Madlib: Shit, I'm out
Yo, Madlib yo i know you comin' with all
This other shit man
But, I want you to hit them with
That raw shit right about now
You know what you gotta do
One two, one two
The selective approach provides the essential
Conditions for creative freedom
Uh oh, I got shit on deck
Just like a pelican
The Beat Konducta orchestrate
Put you under my spell again
I drop the soul inside your ear hole
Add the bass line
Then I hit you with a fat drum roll (Hit it)
I'm tackling gods and dogs on Holy Thursday
Like David Axelrod
I keep it raw from the first day
I want it in the worst way
Don't pay more than ten dollars
Get together with Kan-Kick it's
Like we loop scholars
Keeping Clifford Jordan on down
To Willie Mason
The Propositions, Cassietta George
Good for lacing
It's like I got a goldmine in my soul supply
Niggas askin' "Yo, Madlib, why you waste so
Much money on records and getting high
Man?" man, I got no time for silly shit
Throw this record on, pack a bowl, take a hit
Yo it's the l-l-l-loop digga