Can You Dig It?

[Intro: Airplane (1980)] Randy: Can I get you something? Second Jive Dude: 'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone. Jackin' me up, tight me Randy: I'm sorry, I don't understand First Jive Dude: Cutty say 'e can't hang Jive Lady: Oh, stewardess! I speak jive Randy: Oh, good Jive Lady: Jus' hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side Second Jive Dude: What it is, big mama? My mama no raise no dummies. I dug her rap Jive Lady: Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't get da help First Jive Dude: Say 'e can't hang, say seven up Jive Lady: Jive-ass dude don't got no brains anyhow. Shit [Verse 1] I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense My tailor-made slacks with the dick print My afro pick with the black fist I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick Platform shoes out the mothership Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp Whitewalls and a black leather coat Where's my bread sucka? Grab ya by the throat Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself Militant, don't call me Cassius Dashiki, I got to be the blackest I'm Isaac Hayes with a switchblade I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck with me I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders" Right on [Chorus] I'm comin' straight from the 70s Super fly in my perm and my leather P's I'm comin' straight from the 70s Super fly in my perm and my leather P's Sho-nuff I'm comin' straight from the 70s Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me Can you dig it? I'm comin' straight from the 70s Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me [Verse 2] House parties, pop-lockin' and pickin' Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl drippin' Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and Crippin' Forty ounce sippin', '64 dippin' No shoe strings, nigga, say word I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry Bird The day they blew up a rocket, I was lookin' at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin' Double up Michael Jackson vs. Prince Atari 2600, I don' done it See that fat gold chain? Nigga, run it I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't want it Mike Tyson, who's my opponent? Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a moment I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga In my DeLorean, Back to the Future, nigga Fresh [Chorus] I'm comin' straight from the 80s With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes I'm comin' straight from the 80s With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes Word up I'm comin' straight from the 80s With my fat gold chain for the ladies I'm comin' straight from the 80s With my fat gold chain for the ladies [Verse 3] Man, you know what I'm sportin' A short haircut, everything Jordan That's right, a nigga played on the dream team I had to let 'em know that it's a G Thang It's a black thing, you wouldn't understand Shaquille O'Neal the real Superman Boy, I hit like Roy Versace, Versace to all the real D-Boyz In the crack spot with a laptop Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac French braid and weed heads Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads? And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders" Baby-baby [Chorus] I'm comin' straight from the 90s I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy I'm comin' straight from the 90s I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy Fo-sho I'm comin' straight from the 90s Triple OG, you know where to find me I'm comin' straight from the 90s Triple OG, you know where to find me [Break] Fresh for 2018 [Outro] I'm an ex-gangbanger from Los Angeles I've been to jail, fighting, partying, low riding But you learn as you get older You must become a man one day and put away childish things Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it?