Testi musica canzoni

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