Redman Diggy Doc Lyrics

Malpractice Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Roller Coaster Malpractice (intro)
  • 2 Diggy Doc
  • 3 Lick a Shot
  • 4 Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in da club)
  • 5 WKYA (Drop)
  • 6 2-Way Madness (skit)
  • 7 Real Niggaz
  • 8 Uh-Huh
  • 9 Da Bullshit
  • 10 Who Wants to Fuck a Millionaire (skit)
  • 11 Enjoy da Ride
  • 12 Jerry Swinger Stickup (skit)
  • 13 J.U.M.P.
  • 14 Muh-Fucka
  • 15 Bricks Two
  • 16 Wrong 4 Dat
  • 17 Judge Juniqua (skit)
  • 18 Dat Bitch
  • 19 Doggz II
  • 20 Whut I'Ma Do Now
  • 21 Soopaman Luva 5, Part I
  • 22 Soopaman Luva 5, Part II
  • 23 Smash Sumthin'
  • It's the diggy diggy doc why'all, pumpin it yes why'all
    D.o.c. on the system, we kick it fresh why'all
    Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for ppp
    Engineerin the cut is e double e

    Yo, it's the diggy diggy doc why'all! ..
    Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "bass"

    This goes out to my *****z and why'all *****es
    The benzes, range rovers, and sixty-four switches
    The c.i.a., feds and even dogs sniffin
    I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin

    Doc stompin ground, brick city hound what?
    Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now what?
    I'm walkin barefooted over loads of hot coal
    Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed

    When it goes, flex don't have to drop the bomb on it
    I keep my speech, +bleek+, and my right mind on it
    So when it's time, I'm heard in the streets
    My mammal animal skin, excitin all the birds in your jeep

    I'm crazy *****, when I was young
    I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter
    Ran into bebe's kids in a baby pickup
    Shot up toys are us and robbed kay-bee *****!

    This is +def+ poetry far beyond my control
    **** your teflon, be body-armed like the toll
    Unload from my girbauds and make it hot for homey
    I puff so much of that green I bleed guacemole

    It's like shaq and kobe, I beef for four quarters
    Callin veternarians to get the doggs off ya
    "animals attack - part four," people starin
    I'm not the type of focker that'll go and meet your parents

    I'm outside trick or treatin, **** if my chick is cheatin
    I'm hungry as ****, and I hope you *****z sick of eatin
    It's like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter
    Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better

    I got a chick with no-***-a'tall
    I **** her for the love of that money, not basketball
    And when my man comes home, and the def squad is back
    Yo, gimme that rap game, we'll take charge of that

    Written by: Reggie Noble, Erick Sermon, Tracy Curry, George Jr Clinton
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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