Das Efx

[Intro/Chorus: x4]
"The kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck" "YknowImsayin?"
"Brooklyns prime time"
[Verse One: Skoob, Dray]
Now aint this some old shit, Im bringin it round the back like no
question
Im swingin em with the cranes and Im swayz like the Jetsons
I wreck shit, I biggity-blast off, duke, Im hectic
Just look at the funk that I brung from the young and the restless
Dont test this, Im miggity-makin yens in Japan
Diggity-dont 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
Were freakin a track for Jersey, yo Krazyie spring it
Speak of the devil, figgity-fuck the dumb shit, its over
soldier, I riggity-roll just like a bulldozer
Im kniggity-knockin butts and smokin blunts thats my slogan
Check it, I wriggity-wreck more heads than Hulk Hogan
No jokin, I bes the, um, best at how Im speakin
I riggity-rock a show and pack em in like Puerto Ricans
Im phat, I biggity-bang heads like Jerry Cooney
Im 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, Im 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 Mels Diner
Im giggity-gettin props because of the rhymes that I be bustin
Im 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, Ill call you Snaggle if you puss-sy gab, so
Look at me flippin the tongue, bringin the fun, pass the Hoover
Im 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
Im rippin the track to dreads or youre dead from my fists of
fury, I biggity-bes the damn judge and jury
Im cliggity-clockin Gs cos these chumps always bore me
Yo baby, I drippity-drops nuff grammar
Im 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, Im piggity-puttin your pipe when Im smokin
Yknow kid, I ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya.....
[Chorus x4]
[Verse Three: Skoob, Dray]
Well Ill be damned, higgity-here I am, check the slang, hops
I biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to Bangkok
Youre 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, Im criggity-crackin skulls when Im 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
Shits thick, Im quick to stick a chick wit my dick like a sniper
Type o, fella thats hyper
active, captive, plus Im attractive
Horse for the course, suck my drawers then Im back, kid
Styley, rowdy, then yo Im 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, Im the rapper that rip it, cos yo.......
[Chorus to fade]
[ Brooklyn To T-Neck Lyrics ]