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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ButterFly
ButterFly
Vocals
Doodlebug
Doodlebug
Vocals
Ladybug Mecca
Ladybug Mecca
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ishmael Butler
Ishmael Butler
Songwriter
Alton Taylor
Alton Taylor
Songwriter
Claydes Smith
Claydes Smith
Songwriter
Dennis “D.T.” Thomas
Songwriter
George Brown
George Brown
Songwriter
Richard Westfield
Richard Westfield
Songwriter
Robert Bell
Robert Bell
Songwriter
Robert Spike Mickens
Robert Spike Mickens
Songwriter
Ronald Bell
Ronald Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shane Faber
Shane Faber
Co-Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Mike Mangini
Mike Mangini
Recording Engineer
Ishmael Butler
Ishmael Butler
Producer

Lyrics

Digable Planets in the house Yo everybody's going retro right? word And I was thinkin', if the sixties and seventies were now Isaac Hayes would have his own 900 number I know and MC Hammer wouldn't have been a pimp, right? Uh huh, yo and Jimmi Jimmi would have dug us, right? Word, yeah Get yours, float up to the stars Planets is a spot bout six blocks east of Mars Air sole kicks and crushed velvet hats Hangin' off the ave with the beautifulest naps Ride in the crest with the blessed give a yes Planets kinda funky as if you hadn't guessed Placebos gettin' blocked, funky joints get rocked Jive is not found we fly from the flesh Whether Jeep or 'Lac? Peak it as you render and float to them raps Butterfly's planets for the jam eight tracks From the knotty tops with the twist and plaits Look beneath my hat Find the brains that hit ya, metro quite equip Knows of all the funk that was laid in seven zips Funk is fat, homey homey don't you know me Cool is back, give some skin lay it on me Groovy you could call it, hip yeah you could call we Vicky sticky fingers stuck us loop junkies If you diggin' rhyme then you diggin' rap Jimmi's diggin' this and we be diggin' that, yeah This song uh, is by some groovy cats If you can dig the cats, can dig the song Yo, the Black Panthers woulda had their own cartoon right? I know and eight track Walkmans right? True and Jackson 5 woulda had dreads Word my man and Tito would look fly right? Word and Jimmi woulda dug dig plans for real, word Planets bustin' out of this L7 square Check out the wears, check out their hairs Sweet back chills we shaft on the ave Jimmi's diggin' cat and that's just the half Where'd they find the stuff to freak it like a wizard Slick just like a lizard, really weird or is it It's just the logic from how we rocks it Pop shock picks it up and drops its We, the synthesis of then and now melts Channeled to the masses by a dj and some felts Long haired hippies, afro blacks All get together, 'cross the tracks Because when we shows up, rhythm rose up Funk cannot be measured while the pleasure grows up Life ain't what it seems, life is but a dream Planets freakin' havoc is as constant as the rain, yeah Jimmi's diggin' cats Jimmi's diggin' cats Jimmi's diggin' cats Jimmi's diggin' cats Jimmi's diggin' cats Jimmi's diggin' cats Jimmi's diggin' cats Jimmi's diggin' cats This song is by some groovy cats If you can dig the cats you can dig the song Yeah, I can really dig the way the cats are Gettin' down with the sound as it is today The way they bringin it all togther, really cool The brothers are doin' it right And their payin' good respect to the masters I can dig it exactly the way it should be, they out
Writer(s): Robert Bell, Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, Ronald Nathan Bell, George Melvin Brown, Ishmael R. Butler, Richard Allen Westfield, Robert Spike Mickens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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