Can You Dig It? lyrics - Ice Cube

[Intro: from "Airplane" (1980) movie]

[Randy:] Can I get you something?

[Second Jive Dude:] 'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me!

[Randy:] I'm sorry, I don't understand

[First Jive Dude:] Cutty say 'e can't HANG!

[Jive Lady:] Oh, stewardess! I speak jive

[Randy:] Oh, good

[Jive Lady:] Jus' hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side

[Second Jive Dude:] What it is, big mama? My mama no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!

[Jive Lady:] Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't GET da help!

[First Jive Dude:] Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!

[Jive Lady:] Jive-ass dude don't got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense

My tailor-made slacks with the dick print

My afro pick with the black fist

I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick

Platform shoes out the mother ship

Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp

Whitewalls and a black leather coat

Where's my bread sucka?

Grab ya by the throat

Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve

Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself

Militant, don't call me Cassius

Dashiki, I got to be the blackest

I'm Isaac Hayes with a switchblade

I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck with me

I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"

Right on

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Super fly in my perm and my leather P's

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Super fly in my perm and my leather P's

Sho-nuff

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me

Can you dig it?

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me

House parties, pop-lockin' and pickin'

Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl drippin'

Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and Crippin'

Forty ounce sippin', '64 dippin'

No shoe strings, nigga, say word

I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry Bird

The day they blew up a rocket, I was lookin' at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin'

Double up

Michael Jackson vs. Prince

Atari 2600, I don' done it

See that fat gold chain? Nigga, run it

I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't want it

Mike Tyson, who's my opponent?

Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a moment

I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga

In my DeLorean, Back to the Future, nigga

Fresh

I'm comin' straight from the 80s

With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes

I'm comin' straight from the 80s

With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes

Word up

I'm comin' straight from the 80s

With my fat gold chain for the ladies

I'm comin' straight from the 80s

With my fat gold chain for the ladies

Man, you know what I'm sportin'

A short haircut, everything Jordan

That's right, a nigga played on the dream team

I had to let 'em know that it's a G Thang

It's a black thing, you wouldn't understand

Shaquille O'Neal the real Superman

Boy, I hit like Roy

Versace, Versace to all the real D-Boyz

In the crack spot with a laptop

Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac

French braid and weed heads

Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads?

And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday

So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"

Baby-baby

I'm comin' straight from the 90s

I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy

I'm comin' straight from the 90s

I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy

Fo-sho

I'm comin' straight from the 90s

Triple OG, you know where to find me

I'm comin' straight from the 90s

Triple OG, you know where to find me

Fresh for 2018

I'm an ex-gangbanger from Los Angeles

I've been to jail, fighting, partying, low riding

But you learn as you get older

You must become a man one day and put away childish things

Can you dig it?

Can you dig it?

Can you dig it?