Ya Dig Lyrics by C Murder

Ya Dig

[talking]
Back again for the first time
TRU Records, it's like that, heeey
Respect us, all my dogs
And all of y'all, what, check it out, what

[Chorus - 2x]
One time just don't bother me
All my homies come follow me
If you my dog, then you won't bother me
Hey whodi, playas gone play

[C-Murder]
Now don't stop [ya dig] keep it real [ya dig]
It's T-R-U [ya dig] No Limit still [ya dig]
Now how you feel [ya dig] boy is you mad [ya dig]
That's kinda sad [ya dig] you doing bad [ya dig]
Well me and my dogs [ya dig] you know we ball [ya dig]
Until we fall [ya dig] but we won't fall [ya dig]
2001 [ya dig] 2002 [ya dig]
2003 [ya heard] we play for keeps [that's real]
It's C-P-3 [ya dig] to the dot com [ya dig]
So stop hating [ya dig] and free your mind [ya dig]
Cause playas play [ya dig] and hatas hate [ya dig]
And ballas gone ball [ya dig] and shot callas gone call [ya dig]

[Chorus - 2x]

[C-Murder]
I'm C dash [ya dig] to the Murder man [ya dig]
I make you dance [ya dig] give you a chance [ya dig]
I run the streets [ya know] represent my hood [ya dig]
If you don't like me [playa] it's all good [ya dig]
Tear the club up [ya dig] and raise the roof [ya dig]
That C-C-B [ya dig] now that's my crew [ya dig]
Now throw em up [ya dig] and look alive [uh huh]
Cause looking at my rollie it's about that time [yeah]
Get your groove on [ya dig] get your freak on [ya dig]
Cut the lights on, some boys done got they fight on [ya know]
It's time to blaze [ya dig] here comes the cops [ya dig]
I hope I don't get stopped before I make it to my block

[Chorus - 2x]

[C-Murder]
Ice on my wrist [ya dig] ring on my fist [ya dig]
Hit you with hits [ya dig] something like this [ya dig]
Them platinum placks [ya dig] and platinum cards [ya dig]
Visa, American Express [ching] take the charge [ya dig]
This for my whodis [ya dig] this for my round [ya dig]
This for all my dogs [ya dig] on lockdown [stay TRU]
I breaks it down [ya dig] like broken glass [ya dig]
I cut a rug [whoo] like cutting class [ya dig]
Now shake it fast [ya dig] then shake it slow [ya dig]
My thugs bout head cause uh, we from the ghetto [uh huh]
And all my soldiers gone ride for me [put it up]
Light it up, blow it up and get high with me [ya dig]

[Chorus - 4x]