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Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Now here goes the count to one two, oh Witness the dopiness of the Diggady Domino And I be bustin' with the skills, got lovely bitch appeal Breakin' the suckers hearts, excuse me if you will Myself is on the stage and my I have your attention Don't test my strength, one seventy's what I'm benchin' And for the sucker emcees, well here's somethin' they can quote on I'm lookin' for the chumps who drinkin' that ass like soda Definitely on a mission Sure that you will find it Couldn't fade the 80's but I'm the dopiest in the 90's Ask your girlfriend Holmes, she knows that there's no other Than me the Diggady D with the cocoa red color Be kickin' it the sun, I'm chocolate you can see I thought about my colors and you can milk me like milky way I'm makin' a mark and where I go and where I go I'm makin' a mark From start to the beginning from beginning to the start Makin' hits, sendin' your mind on a triznip And that's some funky ass shit from you to get into So ask the Show, I'm lettin' them know That I'm the Diggady, Diggady, Diggady, Diggady, Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Alright I couldn't find a paper but I straight used a Bic And I fucked up the scene like a black porno flick And when I did it, they jocked from my style like this 'Cuz I'm the stuttering steppingest nigga, so why are they tryin' to diss? The Diggady D, straight from a town called Louis Makin' the rounds so dirty, yet this rhyme is clean as soap Well for my homies, here's somethin' I will do And I will treat it like alcohol because this parties just for you So let's jam, enter into a round called party You could bring the gin because you know I got the forty And I smoke so much bud when it comes to smokin' buddah The ones they be leavin' up from me Because they be thinkin' I'm Roto-Rooter Admit it, you didn't think a brother could overcome it The heap, and rise from the bottom onto the summit but I did So give me the credit I'm lettin' 'em all know That I'm the Diggady, Diggady, Diggady, Diggady, Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Diggady, Diggady, Diggady Damn Diggady Domino, well that's who I am And I be kickin' it for them bitches, so go head and pump it loudly The others make you dance, but Diggady makes you party Show ya right, especially when you really know you right I know I'm right, so baby shake the body if it's liggity loose or tight 'Cuz I could make you sway all day The others be jammin' so hard it's like they fell on a parade They get younger, listenin' to the brother with the visual razzmatazz Bitches up here poppin', fellas be off listenin' to jazz My routine if I say it in a jingle I'm givin' you the fever like a flavor for a Pringle Well, more or less some people they will say I got it made And although I could rap well singing really is my trade And if I let'cha yes, then I'ma still let'cha know That I'm the Diggady-what? The Diggady-who? The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino Here goes the count to one two, oh The Diggady Domino |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat phat track pumpin' gas 1 2 3 and this is O G The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass The getto jam is about to slam With some notes from the diggady d-de As I key what's really goin' on Would ya reminisce with me-e Saturday morning just gettin' up With a hangover smellin' like a fuck I really can't remember 'cause I'm still kinda faded So I close my eyes and thank God that I made it Now I'm gettin' flashbacks of some O.J. With a green glass, that's tangere Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness Now I need a trick so I can handle my business What do you know, a freak's in my reach Threw her on the flo', stuck it in her deep She's screamin' and she's screamin' and she's screamin', gettin' horse But then I busted her gut, and that was that, so kick the chorus Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom With a phat phat track pumpin' gas 1 2 3 and this is O G The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass The getto jam is about to slam With some notes from the diggady d-de As I key what's really goin' on Would ya reminisce with me-e My homies are down, chillin' in the hood Got them hootchies, well they ain't no good To the other man, well she might be some good cat But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat She's standing there So those with game can dare And ooh, she'll pound that ass real fast If it ain't that big And when your in that thing She'll make the homies sing Dubabwaa, dubabwaa, dubabwaa But you don't hear me doe Ain't nuthin' wrong with being a Trojan man When ya ridin' So let's kick the chorus please If ya like it Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom With a phat phat track pumpin' gas 1 2 3 and this is O G The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass The getto jam is about to slam With some notes from the diggady d-de As I key what's really goin' on Would ya reminisce with me-e My homies crowding in this dope yellow Chevy 2:03 to be prox Ken was kickin' that funk in the trunk Clean with the rag on top, yeah Rollin' down the shore, guess what we saw Some hootchies They're fine as wine, is doggin' me She's showing booty So I approached the freak of the week And I played it like a game of blackjack And for all that ass that she toted around Well I offered a backpack And since I'm a mack Well, you know how the story goes So all ya bros, freaks ya know Here we go Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom With a phat phat track pumpin' gas 1 2 3 and this is O G The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass The getto jam is about to slam With some notes from the diggady d-de As I key what's really goin' on Would ya reminisce with me-e Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom With a phat phat track pumpin' gas 1 2 3 and this is O G The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass The getto jam is about to slam With some notes from the diggady d-de As I key what's really goin' on Would ya reminisce with me-e Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom With a phat phat track pumpin' gas 1 2 3 and this is O G The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass The getto jam is about to slam With some notes from the diggady d-de As I key what's really goin' on Would ya reminisce with me-e |
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She's gotta have it
What? She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D., a jam that's hittin' for the streets So flat ass is obsolete And titties don't do it, even though they might be plump I need a rump, the kind you can thump, so fuck her And if it makes hits, this is much smoother The wiggle, jiggle, jiggle, sex soother I'm rollin' back, I'm tellin' ya now if you can't flaunt it Take your ass home and work on it But if you got butter on your biscuit then eat it And, take it to my homies and feed 'em 'Cuz it's so good when them bitches try to serve it Grade A beef, and it shake like it's nervous I see some beef, take one glass Then it turn to a spoon, put the nuts in they pants See it at the mall and gotta grab it So call me a hoe 'cuz like the bitch I gotta have it A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have it, plump, sweeter than a danish One hundred percent, jiggle, jiggle jelly-like anus I like it when it's wrapped, just for a smack I love it when it's funky decorated with a gap So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme I want that swole, word to Jimmy Here's a little bit to think about Jack Why, eat a pancake when you can have the whole stack? I pick up, will call you when I get down Don't you want it flat with a fat bumper too? Well ain't that how you like it Mamacita? With the boom-boom, dumpin' like Rosarita With a place seein' ass, so do it Remember, a serve from Domino is not the beauty but the potion So, tap your heels like Dorothy or Doris And listen to the theme of the chorus A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. I want to pump her you know? It makes you want sex when you see it Switch it, in the night, in a tight dress So grab Jimmy, I'm here to let you know You think you drunk milk, the Jimmy starts to grow Bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger Sort of like drinkin', a forty ounce of liquor I know you heard of tales from the Crypt Well, this is more better, tales from the hip And this is not rated P-G It's, rated triple X and it comes in 3-D With a bit of that soda like a treasure But if you strike gold then you know, you'll find pleasure Like I trunk full of body you can pounce, it's Really like Zapp with more bounce to the ounce So if you injured on the job then sue You can't handle it than give it to me A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D. |
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Now young bitches got it goin' on and here's a new thing
She looks of twenty-one but she's under eighteen Now picture a man with a plan, what's he gonna do? She's only sixteen but looks twenty-two And age isn't a factor 'cause she's fine to the dude And plus she's built like a truck there must be somethin' in her food Or her water because she's somebody's daughter Who's attractive to a son as well their father's And they know this, that ass sticks with us And like my homie told me once she's quite bootylicious Watch your mouth drop with them dubs that she threw on Dandy like candy, so you can get your chew on What'cha wanna do, what'cha gonna do When you find out that she's far from twenty-two? Yo, it's not the same G when you game G With the dames drop a line like this before you do Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me What's up with these bitches tryin' to play us like a fool? Lookin' of age real proper but just enrollin' in high school I'm callin' 'em collard greens 'cause they're corn bread fed Runnin' more game than what your homie Simon said Yo what is this, new statistic? Went from pants and Vaseline to short skirts and lipstick You ask who to blame, I don't know but I'ma Take it upon myself and blame it on they mama For beatin' that ass with a baseball bat Swole it all up now it's proper and fat Fed 'em attitudes, Big Macs and mile Leave 'em all alone and it's on in the jilt Or the house 'cause that's where they open up they mouth So in the day she's a child, at night she's an adult And Diggity Domino I like to ride it like a tractor But there's a question at hand because that age is a factor Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me There was a man named Bill, on a Saturday night he went to a club And read a sign before he entered it sayin', "Eighteen and up" But we know that's just a game for the man that's runnin' Thangs 'cause he's lettin' all the fly bitches come in Regardless of the age and shit But since this story's about Bill let's get back to it Bill met a collard green, she looks mean Ran a little game, now she's on the team You know what comes next, took her to the snooty Treated her like a salad, tossed up the booty Bill played it wrong and he got lazy No protection, guess what, oopsy daisy Now baby's pregnant 'cause Bill neglected To be protected, now he's arrested One year under eighteen and you're through So if you're game drop a line like this before you do Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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Money is everything, money is everything
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money is everything Money is everything, money is everything Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money is everything Now think about it, isn't it a coincidence Everybody wants them dead presidents? See those that don't have it love jackin' you head to toe And people that's clockin' a grip, always eager to make more 'Cause money can help your heart, and money can help you out But if you're makin' too much of it, then money can help you die And ain't that scary like Jason You can't win for losin' 'cause of the grip that you're makin' Now this particular paper is like the power to the greedy And a God to the hungry, keepin' life in the needy And so we're brainwashed thinkin' of it But don't get me wrong, 'cause I love it I used to like George Washington's way back when Now I'm sprung on Benjamin Franklins And with these people I could go on Like so on, and so on, and so on, trip Who bought your clothes and who bought your food? Who bought your hoe and who bought your dude? Cut the bullshit, tell me who you tryin' to kid? 'Cause you didn't buy shit, your money did, get the picture? Money is everything, money is everything Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money is everything There once lived a low-income woman with a child Lookin' for single men with money she could date Finally met a man that her daughter called Daddy But homies comin' up short on the stakes She let him be Daddy for awhile, 'cause the dicks good Plus he's fine and all swole lookin' bounty But that don't mean shit when you're broke and you're hungry That's why daughter's Daddy's new name is Mr. County Check, this out, they say it's the root of all evil And I could truly say in this case A friend of mine was makin' that big time lunch meat But then he made a small time lunch meat mistake 'Cause soon homie lost all his love for the small life Forgot all of which he had came from before And started gettin' greedy so another man sent a little bullet And the bullet read, my homie had to go 'cause he thought Money is everything, money is everything Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money is everything Now do you remember, when your elders used to scream And tell you money ain't everything They said it couldn't buy that, and it couldn't buy this But money bought me everything that I'm gone get Why is it, that all the fine freaks seem to jock it? And it keeps me smilin' when I got it in my pockets? Got a Christmas treat for my kids and a tree seen And yes to impress them hoochie females And since it builds up my confidence Hurry, hurry, for the dollars and cents As far as it goes keep it comin', and Oh, how I like it in a woman I like to see freaks when their hair is nice With a good wig, tight clothes, sportin' fourteen K's Now how in the Hell do you get it? Money, money, money, money, money, so get with it Now it's a shame when you lame as a zero 'Cause blacks, whites, as well as Mexicans want Dinero And why you tryin' to win the lottery? 'Cause money's everything it's gotta be, so now you know Money is everything, money is everything Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money is everything |
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Don't touch the rain without a raincoat
Now what's up with my homies out there? Bitches straight carryin' diseases and you don't seem to care Don't control yourself, yeah, that's what y'all do Wantin' more cat than my muthafuckin' dogs do And my dogs want cat like a cat shelter, all in heat For that piece of meat, I guess it's normal but this is drastic Niggas are too damned cheap to buy the rubber that's in the plastic With the Trojan man sittin' on the box Here's a joke, they're made for you fertile ass folks 'Cause when you're unprotected and you nut Nine months later got a gut bout to bust And you're bitin' your fingernails 'cause you can't take care of it That's why I'm makin' you aware of it so I'm tellin' you chumps now You better wack it or buy the jacket in a package This might seem like a scapegoat But Domino just wants to let the homies know When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke Don't touch the rain without a raincoat Now where your minds at homies? 'Cause the old days have passed You need a lot more than a shot in your ass To cure this shit of today, like gano, syphilis And that crazy ass murderer, A I D, to the S, take a guess And with a bare dick and you might take a rest called forever 'Cause there's no cure for the bitch now you, now you out quick 'Cause you thought with your dick but uh, who's to blame? Say your name and I hope it felt good the last time that you came 'Cause bare dicks and clits don't mix unless you're married And nowadays even that shits hit 'Cause a bitch got a thing about fillin' that hole So they good for the whole stroll And she'll fuck your best friend with the quickness So grab a five spot and buy some business This might seem like a scapegoat But Domino just wants to let the homies know When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke Don't touch the rain without a raincoat This might seem like a scapegoat But Domino just wants to let the homies know When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke Don't touch the rain without a raincoat Trick or treat but it ain't Halloween Talkin' about kitty kat if you know what I mean And all you brothers that's thinkin' that you free from it You better start peepin' it before you eatin' it I know raincoats are cheap and might bust G But soon as it pops, stop killin' them guts please Just because it might feel good, don't mean it's real good Catch a disease, you'll be lucky if you heal good And watch hoochies 'cause they seem To let you get 'em pregnant just to tie your ass in And remember when you met her you was a big spender Now she takin' money out your ass like a vendin' machine And this is because she had a little child And now you so stressed out, you wanna jump in the Nile But, if you're careless and can't cope here's a term Throw on a raincoat or keep your sperm in your worm This might seem like a scapegoat But Domino just wants to let the homies know When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke Don't touch the rain without a raincoat This might seem like a scapegoat But Domino just wants to let the homies know When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke Don't touch the rain without a raincoat |
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