Return of the Loop Digga lyrics

[Production by Madlib]

L-l-loop digga...

[Hook] x4
Yo, it's the loop digga
Man, it's the loop digga (My n*gga, my n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Some n*ggas be sampling the same ass sh*t
Some n*ggas be looping up them played out hits
But that's more for me, plus the peeps I'm down with
We strive to create some way out other sh*t
That you ain't heard yet, we building up respect
Then come the check, then I cash chips
Now I go get more stacks of wax
f*ck CDs, cassettes, 8-tracks and DATs
f*ck all that sh*t, cat
I remember I was stealing old records from my aunt's closet
Back in the days I didn't even know that I could make a profit off it
I drop loops to make you feel like you been taking swiggers
Yo, it's the return, n*gga

[Hook] x4
Yo, it's the loop digga
Man, it's the loop digga (My n*gga, my n*gga)
[Skit]
Madlib: Excuse me...
Vendor: Ah yes, you looking for something?
Madlib: There's no prices on these records right here
Vendor: Oh, the jazz records? Oh those aren't marked yet... but if you look over here... do you have anything in mind?
Madlib: Would you happen to have any uhh... Stanley Cowell? Like 1970s stuff...
Vendor: I've never heard of him...
Madlib: I think his stuff is on Strata East or something...
Vendor: Has he made any hits?
Madlib: He ain't got none of that
Vendor: I doubt if I have him
Madlib: Back there, you got some Grant Green or something?
Vendor: Ah, Grant Green? Yes. 1958. Blue Note. Blue Note Records
Madlib: Chick Corea, Inner Space? I'm looking for that sh*t it's on Atlantic, 1968
Vendor: No, um, sorry
Madlib: What kinda breaks you got then?
Vendor: We got a wide selection of Simon Harris
Madlib: Simon Harris breaks? Nah, I'm looking for some sh*t with some real soul
Vendor: sh*t? Excuse me?
Madlib: f*ck? f*ck it
Vendor: Got Redbone Breaks
Madlib: Y'all got any reggae up in this piece or something?
Vendor: We have no reggae in here
Madlib: Nothing?
Vendor: No, nothing
Madlib: sh*t, I'm out
[Break]
Yo, Madlib... yo...
I know you comin' with all this other sh*t man
But I want you to hit them with that raw sh*t right about now
You know what you gotta do

[Verse 2]
One two, one two
The selective approach provides the essential conditions for creative freedom
Uh-oh, I got sh*t on deck, just like a pelican
The Beat Konducta orchestrate, put you under my spell again
I drop the soul inside your ear hole
Add the bass line, then I hit you with a fat drum roll (Hit it!)
I'm tackling gods and dogs on Holy Thursday
Like David Axelrod, I keep it raw from the first day
I want it in the worst way, don't pay more than ten dollars
Get together with Kan-Kick it's like we loop scholars
Keeping Clifford Jordan on down to Willie Mason
The Propositions, Cassietta George, good for lacing
It's like I got a goldmine in my soul supply
n*ggas askin' "Yo, Madlib, why you waste so much money on records and getting high, man?"
Man, I got no time for silly sh*t
Throw this record on, pack a bowl, take a hit

Yo it's the...
L-l-l-loop digga...