DogIt

Dog It - Digable Planets

Dps forever hit ya' with the live stuff

Sublimate the Bronx ripper on the live puff

V love that's my money like dominoes

Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows

I pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk

I pop my junk my junk pop my junk my junk

I pop my junk my junk like what you want you want

Pop my junk my junk I pop my junk

The noise that we made is blue in color sound

Those who play my crew couldn't walk the new found

I chalk the new sound I bop like teddy Charles was burning

When I excuse on excursions

Arriving at the doors of mind shores of seas

Burnt you with degrees solarly

Plus my leather jacket go acid disappear in the wisp

In the mist with a fist

Proletariat cadilac steering it

Fro soul gold panther crew grab our poppers

Now I'm making bacon

Still saying wa ah salaam ah lakum

Fresh joints we make 'em like water

Butter rap treasures at my leisure whatever whatever

So I gave my mind a pound 'cause y'all we had it down

We symbolize the blessed and represent the rest

Grass in my pockets I release my hot rockets

K b said what you give 'em I was like mad rhythm

That's my junk

Eric dolphy always hits me with the live stuff

Bahamadia back the sounds with the love love

T j and Lisa real peoples 89 and still

In fort green on diamond back is where I'm at

Feelin' da funk da funk that's in the trunk the trunk

I feel the funk da funk feelin' the funk da funk

I'm feelin' funk da funk I'm in the trunk da trunk

Feelin' da funk da funk I am the funk

I raise everyday for the mass

Tote my fist right up right against the fascist

Descend to my borough digs my diction

It's way on time pass the watch fifth line still shining

I'm left this year a unknown player

In my vein lives bell hooks derrick bell Reggie butler

See Marvin knew it and sly knew it

Cube know it and now we do it outta Brooklyn

Outta sight brown sandals handle in m c s with angles

Commit to street corners where players be jay in

I'm saying a digable swinger

Word to mouth brought the clout 'specially in the summer

We vanish like vapor burn paper

We deal real real so chill we linger in the funk

Yes yes bus stop what's up watt's up

On the script side

Low down the whole mix and flips I 63

Jay b and m c baby blue great

Do it fluent keep it real and straight

We make it bump de bump

We make it bump se bump

We make it pump se pump

We make it bump

Save your corny missions for the tracks you lying on