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Dig Dis
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Dig Dis was released on October 7, 2003 by Deep South Records (BCD Music Group) as a part of the album A.T.L. Bad Boyz
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Release DateOctober 7, 2003
LabelDeep South Records (BCD Music Group)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

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Credits

Lyrics

Dig Dis...
I know ya'll **** gon' dig dis
I know ya'll **** gon' dig dis
I know ya'll **** gon' dig dis
I know ya'll ****, I bet ya'll ****
Cuz real ass **** gon' dig dis
I know ya'll **** gon' dig dis
I know ya'll **** gon' dig dis
I know ya'll ****, I bet ya'll ****
I spit that real shit, no fuck shit, snatch you out your truck shit
Flexing in a Navigator? Locking them doors ain't gon' save ya
Break the window with my gat, Trell coming up from the back
Drivers side, with four-five, Toss your ass up out your ride
Bust him just to let him know Clayton County ain't safe no mo'
Riverdale, Forest park, Morrow, or that Jonesboro
We living in a different world, but this ain't no TV show
But I might as well be on cops - runnin', stumblin', tossin' rocks
Clay. Co. on a **** ass, Riverdale backing 'em up
High speed chase on 85 In another **** truck
Running lights, swerving hard, now I'm on the boulevard
You can't catch me, disrespect me cuz a ****'s just too smart
Traffic got me fucked up, Looked at Trell, "Time to bail"
Boy I hope that you can run cuz you ain't gon' get no one
Choppers in the air tryna shoot a **** from the sky
But I got a chopper, I'm dropping a copper - eye for an eye
One down, two dead, three if you count the dog
I ain't tryna go to jail, hot Glock in my draws
Burning like a motherfucker, but I can't stop now
Menace to society, so they try to lock me down
"Freeze!" - Fuck ya'll I ain't going out mane
Unless it's on a stretcher with a bullet hole in my brain
Suicidal lifestyle, homicidal tendencies
Quick to kill a cop if a cop try to kill me
The joint? hell naw, pre-trial? fuck ya'll
Cases after cases got a **** back against the wall
I ain't tryna brawl, never tussle with the red dogs
Bad enough in Clay Co., where them redneck haters are
So I move fast, make 'em chase all night
Get caught with one rock, won't see daylight
But they can't fade me, I'm from the D-double-E
To the motherfucking P, South hoe, out hoe
I know ya'll **** gon' bet
Mane I know ya'll **** gon' bet
Cuz them real ass **** gon' bet
I bet...
I know ya'll **** gon' bet
Mane I know ya'll **** gon' bet
Mane I know ya'll **** gon' bet
Mane I know ya'll ****, I bet ya'll ****
Yeah, O.C. up in this motherfucker
Psycho sounds, Deep South
My **** T-rell, Dee-0
Yeah... holla back
Written by: O.C.
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