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Intro/Chorus: (x4) |
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"The kids from Brooklyn to T Neck" "Y'knowI'msayin?" |
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"Brooklyn's prime time" |
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Verse One: SkoobDray |
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Now ain't this some old *****tI'm bringin it round the back like no |
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question |
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I'm swingin em with the cranes and I'm swayz like the Jetsons |
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I wreck *****tI biggity blast offdukeI'm hectic |
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Just look at the funk that I brung from the young and the restless |
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Don't test thisI'm miggity makin yens in Japan |
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Diggity-don't give a ***** cos I rap like Saran or |
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antipersperant, I riggity-roll my punctures like a speed stick |
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I giggity-got the pops so kniggity-knock when you need it |
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So freak it, I speak it, I giggity-gots ta bring it |
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We're freakin a track for Jersey, yo Krazyie spring it |
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Speak of the devil, figgity-***** the dumb *****t, it's over |
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soldier, I riggity-roll just like a bulldozer |
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I'm kniggity-knockin butts and smokin blunts that's my slogan |
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Check it, I wriggity-wreck more heads than Hulk Hogan |
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No jokin, I be's the, um, best at how I'm speakin |
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I riggity-rock a show and pack em in like Puerto Ricans |
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I'm phat, I biggity-bang heads like Jerry ****ey |
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I'm swingin the *****t from West, pump her up to the booty |
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Buster, I miggity-musta stunned ya, blunder |
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You blewa, I speak it, I freak it, I'm super, so do a..... |
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Chorus (x4) |
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Verse Two: Skoob, Dray |
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Biggity-bang boomer, biggity-bust the lunatic rhymer |
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I riggity-rings more bells than Flo from Mel's Diner |
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I'm giggity-gettin props because of the rhymes that I be bustin |
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I'm sorry about, the condoms, sugar, you must provide the suction, cuz |
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I got more greenbacks than the land of the West got sea stacks |
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Simplest, I'll call you Snaggle if you puss-sy gab, so |
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Look at me flippin the tongue, bringin the fun, pass the Hoover |
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I'm swingity-swingin the funk, bangin her trunks in Bermuda |
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I dribbity-drop rungs, smoke blunts then drop my dipper |
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I piggity-pass the miggity-microphone to my ***** |
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Hot damn, higgity-here I am, check it Mister |
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I'm rippin the track to dreads or you're dead from my fists of |
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fury, I biggity-be's the damn judge and jury |
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I'm cliggity-clockin G's cos these chumps always bore me |
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Yo baby, I drippity-drops nuff grammar |
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I'm rippity-rippin shop wit my ***** Boogie Banger |
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I got loot, I got knock boots to Argentina |
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Ya stupid, I either wanna Benz or a beamer |
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So take that, I'm piggity-puttin your pipe when I'm smokin |
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Y'know kid, I ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya..... |
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Chorus (x4) |
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Verse Three: Skoob, Dray |
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Well I'll be damned, higgity-here I am, check the slang, hops |
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I biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to Bangkok |
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You're Bedrock, now piggity-pass the blunt, sonny |
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and let me piggity-pucker up and grab my nuts like Al Bundy |
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I glassed em, I grits em, I *****ggity-shoots my *****um |
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I giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom |
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Believe dat, I'm criggity-crackin skulls when I'm rowdy |
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I biggity-bang boots and hang loose like Jim Growlski |
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I miggity-makes em rock like Mr.Gillespie makes em dizzy |
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I piggity-pass the mic now, yo Krayzie get busy |
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*****t's thick, I'm quick to stick a chick wit my ***** like a sniper |
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Type o, fella that's hyper |
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active, captive, plus I'm attractive |
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Horse for the course, suck my drawers then I'm back, kid |
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Styley, rowdy, then yo I'm audi |
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5 wit my loot, got more troops than in Saudi |
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Arabia, maybe I, marry me an actress |
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Find her, phone her, bone her on the mattress |
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Tasket, tisket, Polly wanna biscuit |
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Figgity-***** the cracker, I'm the rapper that rip it, cos yo....... |
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Chorus to fade |
