Showbiz, A.G., Diamond D - Still Diggin' lyrics
[Showbiz, A.G., Diamond D - Still Diggin' lyrics]
Yeah, 1992, Showbiz & AG
We about to catch wreck and I
Got my main man Diamond D
He's about to catch wreck from
Diggin' in the crates and all that
And I'd like to say i chop off the head off
Of all those that commercialize!
We got real bad bwoy in
Effect come Diamond D, come correct!
Yo check it see I'm back on the block
But my name ain't Quincy
Yeah, I'm chopping rappers up into mincemeat
Step up and speak if your shit ain't weak
The beats for the Jeep kid
They don't come cheap
I practice my craft so you
Can call me macaroni
And I get cheese and more run than a pony
Smoke a lotta herb but I don't chew tobacco
When Show drops the beat
I say "Holy mackeral!"
The stunts don't front any longer
See my status is large
And the props are getting stronger
Ride around with Lou Dog in the Path
Sit back and laugh or maybe sign an autograph
I'm walking tall, but yo I'm not a cracker
Don't run with the bourgeois
My crew's much blacker
So give a shout for the man with the clout
Sipping on a Guiness stout, yo I'm out
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Ayo, it's often said, but it's never read
That Diamond got a beat for
Every dread in his head
But don't be mislead (Why?)
'Cause breakbeats are dead i'm not the Biz
Who runs around with Super Pro Keds
I'm just a cool brother who hangs
Out in a chop shop and I still get my props
When giving brothers knots
So step up front, yeah, that's if you want it
It's time to Breed
There's no future in fronting
'Cause they know, and I know, and she know
And we know
That I'm an old champ like Bruno Sammartino
Or Ivan Putski or the brother Tony Atlas
Buy my EP and Showbiz will be the fattest
And baddest is my status
I knew a man named Thaddeus
Who rode a night train to
Georgia just like Gladys
Knight and the Pips
There's no 40's on my lips
Yo pass the Moet, I might flip and take a sip
And sit back and smoke a
Blunt with Slick Nick
Sometimes he puff slow
Sometimes he puff quick
I'd rather grab the mic and
Concentrate on getting papes i'm out
And I'm still diggin' in the fucking crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Word up man, you've gotta keep
Diggin' in the crates
You know what I'm saying?
We about to catch wreck and I
Got my main man Diamond D
He's about to catch wreck from
Diggin' in the crates and all that
And I'd like to say i chop off the head off
Of all those that commercialize!
We got real bad bwoy in
Effect come Diamond D, come correct!
Yo check it see I'm back on the block
But my name ain't Quincy
Yeah, I'm chopping rappers up into mincemeat
Step up and speak if your shit ain't weak
The beats for the Jeep kid
They don't come cheap
I practice my craft so you
Can call me macaroni
And I get cheese and more run than a pony
Smoke a lotta herb but I don't chew tobacco
When Show drops the beat
I say "Holy mackeral!"
The stunts don't front any longer
See my status is large
And the props are getting stronger
Ride around with Lou Dog in the Path
Sit back and laugh or maybe sign an autograph
I'm walking tall, but yo I'm not a cracker
Don't run with the bourgeois
My crew's much blacker
So give a shout for the man with the clout
Sipping on a Guiness stout, yo I'm out
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Ayo, it's often said, but it's never read
That Diamond got a beat for
Every dread in his head
But don't be mislead (Why?)
'Cause breakbeats are dead i'm not the Biz
Who runs around with Super Pro Keds
I'm just a cool brother who hangs
Out in a chop shop and I still get my props
When giving brothers knots
So step up front, yeah, that's if you want it
It's time to Breed
There's no future in fronting
'Cause they know, and I know, and she know
And we know
That I'm an old champ like Bruno Sammartino
Or Ivan Putski or the brother Tony Atlas
Buy my EP and Showbiz will be the fattest
And baddest is my status
I knew a man named Thaddeus
Who rode a night train to
Georgia just like Gladys
Knight and the Pips
There's no 40's on my lips
Yo pass the Moet, I might flip and take a sip
And sit back and smoke a
Blunt with Slick Nick
Sometimes he puff slow
Sometimes he puff quick
I'd rather grab the mic and
Concentrate on getting papes i'm out
And I'm still diggin' in the fucking crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D
Yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates
Word up man, you've gotta keep
Diggin' in the crates
You know what I'm saying?