Prevod: Digilove. Here We Go 2001.
Prevod: Digilove. Pump Pump.
B, B, O, O, B, B, B, B, Y, Y D, D, I, I, G, G, I, I, T, T, A, A, L, L Bobby Digital, Bobby Digital Alright, great job Dear momma, no need for the head
There's a place where I come from It's the place where I belong Where you will never die Wipe the tears off from your eyes Sun and moon and stars above
David, David, David David, David Banner And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm
Ah, love is love honey, yeah Digi, Digi, bong, bong, bangin? you long Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom Shabobalee, shabizzy Good night, here's
Your love so Digi, ah You make me dizzy, ah Your love so Digi, ah Yo, heart poundin?, chart bounded God astounded, well rounded Lost and founded, stay
Digimon are the champions! Will Digi-Will and Digivice in hand, Do the Digi-Dynamics Towards the Digi-Land! When your Digi-Past and Digi-Present collide! Time to Digi
t no secret Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi Crisis the sharpshooter, I'ma
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem The Genius, Digi Sing it to 'em van Seijen Like to keep my head up to the sky And ask myself why
[Intro: RZA] This mic is scared of me, son It's like I'm gonna rape it Ason in my heart... I date rape mics, my mic's a dike Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Chorus
My woman and my money don't own me I've got to keep holdin? my own Heaven, heaven The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives Digital brain
Killa Beez control the set Shaolin Island, where you at? Medina East Coast just hold your set West Coast just hold your set Dirty South just hold your
Hip hop is all about havin? fun, yo, yo Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me With the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me
Try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya Try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya Try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya Try ya ya ya You can't do me nothin?, you won't succeed You?re movin? fast
It's been a long time coming Days, days are turning to nights now They said, they said I'd be okay But when I hear those church bells ringing I begin
Niggas never grow up, some drink till they throw up Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin? brains blow up Grass junkies drunk on that Brass Monkey
Round up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up No matter how
