No Diggidy

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, gimme me some volume on that Yeah, SOS Brooklyn (No doubt), Tri-State Yeah, we 'bout to represent (True that, true that) Peter Chan, Tike-O, Beetle Feelin' y'all, so check it out (International vibes) Feel me yo [Verse 1: Peter Chan & Tike-O] Sometimes I think about my past and all the dirt I did I used to brand a pistolero like the Rawhide Kid A wild shorty, I used to love rap shows I kept the stubs as reminders and momentos Until the day that I can grace my own album cover Becomin' pleasin' in thе eyesight of my mother I usеd to wonder why I worked so hard Now son I'm walkin' up in Saks with the platinum card Never poverty struck but always in a rut Now I flash bigger bills than the mighty ducks Rippin' shows so the fans can identify Exemplify, divide the cash and then multiply A lotta people didn't think that we could come like this But we be SOS, the certified sound scientists If it's a simple track, my DJ Beetle make it fly Then me and Chan come through to verbally solidify Some think that they could do a sim but that's a fuckin' joke Give 'em the mic in front of Tike and watch 'em harder choke Don't even think you'll be extinct just like dinosaurs Course, my name ain't James but I'm worthy of applause and plenty jaws Our time has come, we got the gun and I'm biggity Can we represent? No doubt (Nah, no diggity) [Chorus: Tawanna Sherriod] You can't mess around with Science Of Sound When they're doin' their thang No doubt, no diggity (No diggity) No doubt, no diggity baby You can't mess around with Science Of Sound When they're doin' their thang No doubt, no diggity (No diggity) No doubt, no diggity baby [Verse 2: Peter Chan & Tike-O] I won't shares the vacation in a private villa Never my [?], I'm dabbin' on a cold Miller A little hideaway whenever I need amnesty Go get the family, we loungin' in the canopy Peace to Quest, yo I know God is lookin' at them And in my mind you remain forever platinum There's no limits on how far SOS can go Don't ever doubt me son, now all ya niggas know From the day that sperm cell became flesh I was blessed with verbal intoxication like David Koresh Straight from Crooklyn, Brooklyn, don't get your life tooken My peeps don't be frontin', they be bustin' and hookin' (What) Me and my crew wanna grow like a mutated amoeba That's why our beats and rhymes be kickin' just like Sunny Cheeba And even if a female MC test me, I'ma see her I scorch that cootie like a scrotum full of gonorrhea This ain't my best but it'll do 'cause most are very tack 'Cause I got the fat man and Peter Chan in back (I got your back son) Kaleido Phonetics is the proof When we deliver punks or shiver just like Abdul-Rauf (No diggity) [Chorus: Tawanna Sherriod] You can't mess around with Science Of Sound When they're doin' their thang No doubt (Uh), no diggity No doubt, no diggity baby (SOS, no diggity) You can't mess around with Science Of Sound When they're doin' their thang No doubt, no diggity No doubt, no diggity baby [Interlude] Did SOS flip the script? No diggity Is hip-hop the shit? No diggity Big up to the Madness Clique, no diggity Is this jam a hit? No diggity Yeah, no diggity [Chorus: Tawanna Sherriod] You can't mess around with Science Of Sound When they're doin' their thang No doubt, no diggity No doubt, no diggity baby (No diggity) You can't mess around with Science Of Sound When they're doin' their thang No doubt, no diggity No doubt, no diggity baby