Текст песни Digable Planets - Jimmi Diggin Cats
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[Butterfly]Yo, everybody`s goin retro, right?And I was thinkin... if the 60`s and 70`s were now,Isaac Hayes woulda have his own 900 number.[Mecca]I know, and MC Hammer would`ve been a pimp, right?[Butterfly]Word, and jimmi would`ve dug us right?[Doodlebug] Word.[Butterfly] Yeah.[Butterfly]Get yours, float up to the starsPlanets hits a spot `bout six blocks east of Mars.Air soul kicks and crush velvet hats,hangin off the ave with the beautifulest naps.Ride in the crest with the blessed, give a yes.Planets kinda funky, as if you hadn`t guessed.Placebo`s gettin blocked, funky joints get rockedJive is not found, we fly from the fleshWhether Jeep or `Lac, Peak you as you been there andFloat to them raps, Butterfly`s planets for theJam 8 Tracks... from the 90-tops with theTwists and plaits, look beneath my hatFind the braids that hit ya, metro quite equipedKnows of all the funk that was laid in 7-zipsFunk is phat, homey homey don`t you know me?Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on meGroovy you could call it, hip, yeah, you could call we,Fikky sticky fingers stuck us, loot junkies.If you diggin rhyme, then you diggin rapJimmi`s diggin this and we be diggin that...yeah...(The song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig the cats, you can dig the song).[Butterfly]Yo, the black panthers would`ve had their own show right?[Mecca]I know, and 8-track walkmans, right?[Doodlebug]True, The Jackson Five would`ve had dreads.[Mecca]Word, my man Tito would look fly, right?[Butterfly]Word, and Jimmi would`ve dug Dig Planets for real, word.[Butterfly]Planets bustin out of this L-7 squareCheck out the wares, check out the hairsSweetback chills with Shav, on the aveJimmi`s diggin cats, and that`s just the halfWhere`d they find the stuff to freak it like a wizzard,Slick just like a lizzard? really weird, or is it?It`s just the logic, from how we rocks itPop shock picks it up and drops hitsWe, the synthesis of then and now meltschanneled to the masses through a DJ and some feltsLong haired hippies, Afro blacks,All get together across the tracksBecause when we shows up, rythm rolls upFunk cannot be measured while the pleasure grows upLife ain`t what it seems, life is but a dreamPlanets wreakin havok is as constant as the rainYeah...(The song is by some groovy cats. If you can dig the cats, you can dig the song.Yeah, I can really dig how these cats get down with thesound as it is today. The way they`re bringing it alltogether, they`re cool. Brothas are doin it right. Andthey`re paying good respect to the masters, I candig it. It`s exactly the way it should be.