Teksty: Esham. Maggot Brain Theory. Stop Diggin on da D-L.

Can I dig ya on the D-L

Pure satisfaction

Tricks be real

Time for some action


I'm one of those niggas that don't smile
But fuck that pussy like it's goin out of style

For a while I've been gone, but I'm back

I kept the super sperm trapped in the jimmy hat

I gotta bitch I been dyin to fuck

So many niggas tryin to fuck
In line to fuck


Baby girl, you got it goin on
Hit the motel, to the break of dawn



Late night with my late night freak
Nigga on the creep once the city falls asleep

I like to dig these hoes, dig this here

I bust a nut in a magic trick then disappear
But you still unaware, cause you blind hoe


You out yo mind hoe

So stop diggin on the down low



(Chorus X2)


He wanna dig it,dig it
She wanna dig it,dig it
We wanna dig it on the down low




Now it's alot of hoes in my city

And this shit's true

Everybody's fuckin

But who's fuckin who

I gotta watch the bitch with the big, fat butt
Cause she want the nigga with the big, fat nuts


A man is measured by the things that he has

And if you ain't got shit


Well I guess you ain't shit, unless

Yo game is tight

Yo name is right, wrong you can get the bitch for the night

Cause cash rules everything Around Me

Money make a bitch pull her panties down, G

And yo, you just don't know

It could be your hoe, yo
So stop diggin on the down low




(Chorus X2)




Niggas wanna dig what I dug when I dig it
Some wanna squig what I squg when I squig it

So dig it

I'm wicket

And ain't nothin like cheap sex,love is free
But a bitch gotta pay me


Ain't nothin goin on but the rent

Love's like time cause it all gets spent

On bullshit day in and day out
Some hoes think trickin won't play out

Now who's that nigga bust a gang of nuts



In a gang of sluts
But you still don't hear me, though
Relax your mind and tricks unwind

Check the Morris Day, cause it's time


Stop diggin on the down low



(Chorus X2)



(Woman singing)