Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what??

Yeah what?

[Chorus]

Got ta hold it down

Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock

Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

*repeat x3*

[Verse 1]

(Dray)

I be the man droppin the slang on your premises

We the menaces, slaying rappers like they're Genesis

Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this

Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas

You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor

The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?

(Books)

Bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang

Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?"

Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip

Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?)

'Iggedy that and Iggedy this'

But fuck thiggedy that, get off my diggedy dick

Chorus

[Verse 2]

(Books)

Higgedy halt! It's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this

Miggity mic, my target's the underground market

I be the rapper-in-chief, the editor etcetera

The miggity mad dred night predator

Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes

Claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin crime

But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!"

Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan

(Dray)

Well all I need is my 40, some Buddha and my Timbs

My biggity black Benz with them 19 inch rims

I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass

Get cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last

I took a breather now we snipin off the roof

We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof

Of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it

Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it

Chorus

[Verse 3]

(Dray)

Well errytime I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher

So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer brother

I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches

We never changing faces like them two singin bitches

So hold it down for '95 or you's a goner

Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana

(Books)

A giggedy Great like Dane, we rode the game

In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed

But the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer

The drawers on my ass, the herb grass got greener

My knocker plus we droppin the skills off the top of

The dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta....

Chorus

Outro: Dray

Hold it down, keep it on lock

My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop

(Got ta hold it down)

Hold it down, keep it on lock

Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop

Hold it down, keep it on lock

The young and the restless, word we don't stop

Hold it down, keep it on lock

My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad)

Hold it down, keep it on lock

My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop

Hold it down, keep it on lock