Can You Dig It? Ice Cube (Ft. Hallway Productionz)

[Intro: Airplane (1980)]
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. Shit

[Verse 1]
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 mothership
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