and read my lips I dig your scene Read my lips I dig your scene Read my lips I dig your scene I'm a match and you're kerosene Read my lips I dig your
it Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Dig me up Dig me up one more time Dig me up, dig me up Dig me up Dig me up to bury me Dig me up, dig, dig Dig me up Dig me up to bury me Dig
in which direction the wind will blow so you, you better keep yourself out cause you don't know what it's all about don't you dig in my... don't dig in my
Du bist mir ans Herz gewachsen Wenn ich blute hast du Schmerzen Wir mussen uns kennen Ein Korper, zwei Namen Nichts kann uns trennen Ein Zweilaib im Samen
ya grave do you dig what i dug cash money universe, my old town check 20 chains look like a scarf on my neck young money entertainment, drugs and fame
never heard of Ice-T try it Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers, gold in my ear When this
I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds of pain The snap of a broken neck All alone in darkness I sit each night Write my rhymes with
You just pretend there isn't a problem Because I am a pimp and a slave And in my bed you dig my bed Woo I dig my grave Just a spoon full of sugar has
of your Corvette Take us out tonight in the backseat of your Corvette Just dig a shallow grave How much will you save By staying here Just dig a shallow grave
a spit Suck the poison out of me I'll make you beg Make you come To your senses If you keep up the shit Take the hit Dig the grave This is how it goes
water, my face in the basin Diamonds in my rosary shows he forgave him Bitch, I'm red hot, I'm on my third six but the devil I'm not My Jesus piece flooded
ya aaaaass! I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens] I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police
your service Girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface Like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard Still trying to dig
Oh, 1940 to 1992-- Gravedigger When you dig my grave could you make it shallow So that I can feel the rain Grave digger When you dig my grave Could
about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass White lightning and an ol' fruit cup (? )(? )box rock where you are Dig my grave
rich and make a livin' [Verse 6: Krayzie] I ain't really trippin' on no fancy cars or massderah Even though a nigga duty dippin' I keep my heat in my
the police always got somethin' stupid to say. They pull out my picture with silence, 'cause my identity along with my groups causes violence. It's