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| Das Efx Dead Serious Brooklyn To T-neck Intro/chorus: (x4) "the kids from brooklyn to t-neck" "y'knowi'msayin?" "brooklyn's prime time" Verse one: skoob, dray Now ain't this some old shit, i'm bringin it round the back like no Question I'm swingin em with the cranes and i'm swayz like the jetsons I wreck shit, i biggity-blast off, duke, i'm hectic Just look at the funk that i brung from the young and the restless Don't test this, i'm miggity-makin yens in japan Diggity-don't give a fuck cos i rap like saran or Antipersperant, i riggity-roll my punctures like a speed stick I giggity-got the pops so kniggity-knock when you need it So freak it, i speak it, i giggity-gots ta bring it We're freakin a track for jersey, yo krazyie spring it Speak of the devil, figgity-fuck the dumb shit, it's over Soldier, i riggity-roll just like a bulldozer I'm kniggity-knockin butts and smokin blunts that's my slogan Check it, i wriggity-wreck more heads than hulk hogan No jokin, i be's the, um, best at how i'm speakin I riggity-rock a show and pack em in like puerto ricans I'm phat, i biggity-bang heads like jerry cooney I'm swingin the shit from west, pump her up to the booty Buster, i miggity-musta stunned ya, blunder You blewa, i speak it, i freak it, i'm super, so do a..... Chorus (x4) Verse two: skoob, dray Biggity-bang boomer, biggity-bust the lunatic rhymer I riggity-rings more bells than flo from mel's diner I'm giggity-gettin props because of the rhymes that i be bustin I'm sorry about, the condoms, sugar, you must provide the suction, cuz I got more greenbacks than the land of the west got sea stacks Simplest, i'll call you snaggle if you puss-sy gab, so Look at me flippin the tongue, bringin the fun, pass the hoover I'm swingity-swingin the funk, bangin her trunks in bermuda I dribbity-drop rungs, smoke blunts then drop my dipper I piggity-pass the miggity-microphone to my nigga Hot damn, higgity-here i am, check it mister I'm rippin the track to dreads or you're dead from my fists of Fury, i biggity-be's the damn judge and jury I'm cliggity-clockin g's cos these chumps always bore me Yo baby, i drippity-drops nuff grammar I'm rippity-rippin shop wit my nigga boogie banger I got loot, i got knock boots to argentina Ya stupid, i either wanna benz or a beamer So take that, i'm piggity-puttin your pipe when i'm smokin Y'know kid, i ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya..... Chorus (x4) Verse three: skoob, dray Well i'll be damned, higgity-here i am, check the slang, hops I biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to bangkok You're bedrock, now piggity-pass the blunt, sonny And let me piggity-pucker up and grab my nuts like al bundy I glassed em, i grits em, i shiggity-shoots my jizzum I giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom Believe dat, i'm criggity-crackin skulls when i'm rowdy I biggity-bang boots and hang loose like jim growlski I miggity-makes em rock like mr.gillespie makes em dizzy I piggity-pass the mic now, yo krayzie get busy Shit's thick, i'm quick to stick a chick wit my dick like a sniper Type o, fella that's hyper Active, captive, plus i'm attractive Horse for the course, suck my drawers then i'm back, kid Styley, rowdy, then yo i'm audi 5 wit my loot, got more troops than in saudi Arabia, maybe i, marry me an actress Find her, phone her, bone her on the mattress Tasket, tisket, polly wanna biscuit Figgity-fuck the cracker, i'm the rapper that rip it, cos yo....... Chorus to fade |
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