Diggin' For Gold Lyrics

(Scott Free)
Yo its Scott Free you cant stop me I be stealing all
your property like a game of monopoly, its got be the
Scurvey Crew collecting all the gold
under the deck up in the hold is where we keep our
treasure stowed that we stole, behold we the brave and
the bold, the slaves will be sold
or they better do what they told, I use the waves as
the roads to get away with my loads its the pirate's
life for me until the day that im hold
I got my pieces of either increasing in weight I save
up enought on day to buy a decent estate, policeing my
fate with all these dabloons and shiling
when we show up on the shore I let the goons do the
killing
its so fulfilling I'm willing to put my life on the
line
I find it a fine time to grind with crime on my mind
dont run astray you know its the other way you better
dig where I tell you or you wont live to see another
day

(Chorus)
We be diggin' for gold
Diggin for gold
it's a pastime that never gets old
Diggin for gold, diggin for gold
(X Marks the spot that fills our hold)

(Cap D)
Where'd I Bury my treasure?
I can't remember
Got too many x's on the map
to endeavor
did I stop in the bahamas?
guatemala, or was it nicaragua?
caught barracuda
off the coast of cuba
or was it when we were in tortuga
this map is cluttered
and smothered
with directions on the side
so to find what I hide
I need a rhyme to provide
Me a sign of the tides
X Marks the spot of the underground goal
Take two steps left at dead mans cove
Make due, there's traps
when ye get to the shoals
Nine paces west when ye hit the mangrove
Stop, if you see the sea you've gone to far
Don't drop off the Cliffs it be a treacherous par
Hop off the side and you'll be fu-bar
and if you make it with you're life
then you'll surely be scarred
A pyramid lays in the land to the north
a myriad head hunters, natives and so forth
To the south you'll see a totem or three
then look for the X made out a pile of weeds!

(Sea Dawg)
we on the beaches, the hostage beseeches me to release
him
not until the loot is found, buried underground,
searching all around, north to south bound
sniffin' like a blood hound in the sand
for subterranean loot
our captive sweats in his Mediterranean suit
cause if the treasure aint here then our deal is moot
10,000 gold doubloons no substitute
Or I'm afraid its him we'll have to execute
treat his wife like a 2 shilling prostitute
the riches for their lives, its a reasonable trade
I think as I hit metal with the tip of my spade.

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