And she did it for fun Natalie, she's probably out there thinking it's funny Telling everyone Well I'm digging a ditch for this gold-digging bitch Watch out she's quick Look out for a pretty little thing named Natalie If you see her tell her I'm coming

Let me tell you it's always cool Car wash yeah You might not ever get rich But let me tell you it's better than digging a ditch There ain't no telling who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief Working at the car wash Working at the

The animal in me I found something I could sink my teeth into Its the thing in you that feeds It feels like thunder When we're slowly diggin' in. It kinda makes me wonder About the lovers that have been. Lyin' in my bed with her hands tied up I knew it

It's on like that Diggin' on you Diggin' the scene Diggin' on me Baby bay-oh-baby baby I gotta be in love or somethin' like that I was chillin' with my Kool-Aid I must admit to you I was like peace in a groove

It's a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it's a diary This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line

She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag) And nobody gets hurt (Nobody) Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast) So I'm making it worse (Making it worse) Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past I'm a whole different person (A whole

Hopin' the sun will never come up And there'll be no compromise again. I'm diggin' a grave in the moonlight. I'm diggin' a grave where we laid. We're diggin' a grave in the moonlight. We're diggin' a grave where we laid.

The hearts of men In the hearts of men What I tell you, nigga When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right Hey Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars Yeah nigga, time to ride

I suffer well I've killed my fears a thousand times, I've been oppressed I'm digging in and found another reason to confess I set on fire what's out my house so I can see the mess Just take it all and burn it all, until there's nothing left Got amnesia,

Honey, whaddya do for money So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Whaddya do for money What you gonna do You're working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free