¿Do the Digs Dug?

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Madd] A hero ain't nothin' but a sandwich I mean, well, I need a hoagie if I am to manage To fill myself up and stay fat Yo, yo, I gotta kick the raps, yo, yo I gotta keep the naps Well, see, it's like this, um, I forgot to mention You was slingin' on my wing-ding, swingin' like the Ringling Suckers on the trapeze, back and forth, please I keeps you on your toes to keeps you off your knees Oops, I'm sorry, I'm just a Goat-man, ahk First you did some flips, but now you just flopped Damn, ouch, I didn't mean to be that blunt I gave you what you got 'cause I gives you what you want [Verse 2: OaTie] Bustin' down the door, bustin' down the door Found the corporate heads dippin' Bush like a whore Sayin', "What is it for? What is it for?" "The green, the green, please back me some more" Leonard Peltier, Leonard Peltier Who the hell is that, why the fuck should I care? In jail, in jail, in jail like a dealer "Fuck George Bush!" says my T-shirt squealer Please, oh please, set Leonard P. free 'Cause you wiped out his race like an ant colony What you afraid of, Annie Mae Aquash? Found her lying in the ditch with no place for a watch [Chorus] Do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? [Post-Chorus] Digga-digga, dug-dug, digga-digga, dig-dig-dug A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-digga, dig-digs-dug (Do the digs dug?) A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-dig, dig-digs (Do the dugs dig?) Digga-digga, dug, dig, dug [Verse 3: Swayzack] I don't dig apple pie, it's an American lie Because I dug between the lines, all I found was swine Direct control, I won't fold or succumb I mean, be overcome, I mean, you know what I mean? The green team ain't down with the White House clowns Pushing round mounds of shit, tryin' to pound it down our throats But dig it, I'd rather have a bud than a scud Dug it, 'cause I'ma pour the salt on the slugs Unplug it, the TV, 'cause I don't need to see Dan Rather, 'cause it doesn't matter to me They lather me up, but their suds are weak But I'ma burn some bushes and cut the quail's beak [Verse 4: Madd] Uh-oh, yo, here I come again Holdin' up the crap like a diaper, Depends Aw, George, you don't pay attention Put down the golf clubs and stop takin' away the pensions Whatchamacallit? The Emancipation Procla-somethin'? It doesn't mean a thing, 'cause back then I wasn't nothin' Just one-third of, what's that word? Um, human Fuck that "four score", furthermore, I'm fumin' What's their face? Uh, Powell, I know you dig it A general, an officer, a pig to a piglet They're both givin' time, they're both gettin' mine It's time for Goats to roast swine [Chorus] Do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? [Post-Chorus] Digga-digga, dug-dug, digga-digga, dig-dig-dug A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-digga, dig-digs-dug (Do the digs dug?) A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-dig, dig-digs-dug (Do the dugs dig?) A-digga-dug, dig, dug [Verse 5: OaTie] Let me check my Glock ,'cause it's time to be checkin' it In this age of no phase, you know who's gonna be wreckin' it With a crazy, spacy, Hendrix-like hazy Purple maple syrup-le, jump the hurdle never lazy Flim-flam of Uncle Scam makes you guard your wad Got heads of the state deciding fates like God Makin' racists out of toddlers, soldiers outta bums Put that wad in front of congress, see who comes First 'cause they're cuttin' funds like liverwurst Curse 'bout the purse and they'll drop you in the hearse With niggas shooting blacks, yep, feds supply the gats Dropping eight ball jackets like Minnesota Fats [Verse 6: Swayzack] Congratulations on your biggest stunt yet But you can't hit my blunt if your lips are wet, baby Call me crazy and I'm not the pretentious type Just looks like maybe you's on the pipe So go take another pull off the glass dick The way you drool, I think your lips was elastic I asked Madd, he said you got your ass kicked Tryna play your pops for his plastic Swayzack's cuttin' tracks on the head cracks Gonna slay some monkeys for the junkies Stay back and put the caps on the hat rack 'Cause here's the plan, the man's gon' get funky [Chorus] Do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug? [Post-Chorus] Digga-digga, dug-dug, digga-digga, dig-dig-dug A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-digga, dig-digs-dug (Do the digs dug?) A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-digga, dig-dig-digs (Do the dugs dig?) Do the dugs dig dug?