Hey yo, how many know about crate diggin'? What does crate diggin' mean to me? Diggin' for them unordinary soundin' loops Even if it's not clean to thee
Diggin' in these crates for a phat remix Diggin' in these crates for a phat remix
[Madlib] Hey yo, diggin' in these crates for a phat remix Leave you waiting for a skit of this shhhhh Niggas talking bout they kickin' raw type flavor But it ends up coming out wick wick wack Got a phat stack of loops off my grandpappy For a buck got the phat skit Take it back home, show my niggas, loop it up Smoke a blunt cuz they say that be the ish
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Hey yo, how many know about crate diggin'? What does crate diggin' mean to me? Diggin' for them unordinary soundin' loops Even if it's not clean to thee
[Madlib] Down in San Francisco to New Orleans Lookin' for the dopest loops to sympte Lookin' at these high ass prices, my nigga Tells me to back ish don't tempt me Cuz the last time I got caught up in that game I bagged so much shit, I put that store to shame
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Hey yo, how many know about crate diggin'? What does crate diggin' mean to me? Diggin' for them unordinary soundin' loops Even if it's not clean to thee
[Madlib] I got CD's in my crates, like crack in my pocket Yeah right, neither of the above So when you see a nigga straight puttin' his ends for beats You'll give the real niggas that homey love Never Top 40, just that raw addict vintage That I kick with the rest of my archives, live When I'm out shopping like a Beat Junkie I always take the herb to the chest
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