The Dig by People Under The Stairs
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
It's the beat bumping, late night 4 AM
Freeway anthem, full tank of gas
Pass others up, now alone on the road and keep goin
It's how I feel on the steel when I start flowin'
Verbs not slowin', They showin' the P can get better
In fact I ran a beat on track for varsity letter
, burn acetates, cold rockin' the shows
Make Latinos slam down the dominoes
Double K'll pose a threat to all you '05 pros
To represent the land west where the sunset grows
(if you go like I go) Then you best to move faster
Cause we been rockin' since the days of black scratch masters
Now it's all in different colors, yo that's cool to me
Minority if y'all can still get down with the P
gay for radio play so you could feel it
and see our CD, then you should steal it
You could deal it on the corner with a sack and a brew
(I'm gonna go down) We do the do
Act dumb, drink beers with bums, dig through the crates
Lookin' for plates and crusty girls with static that jam
Like the rusty semi-automatic weight in your hand
Spread gold 'cross the land like Midas owning a farm
in your tone-arm when I'm
Just about ready to do that thing
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