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1. _ Mic Checka
Riggidy-raow, ziggidy gadzuks, here i go, so
Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo
I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when i blabber great
I miggedy-make the wonder twins deactivate
It's crazy, i'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips
I friggedy-freaked gladys knight and those freakin' pips
Shrimps, i miggedy-make enough noise like bamm-bamm
Throw boulders from bedrock you'll get dropped, i slam man
So check it
I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks
I giddedy-got the big ducks like daddy warbucks
I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana
Banana split
{hack-tho} spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it from here to bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus i get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Swooshed for fun, i riggedy-rhyme like no one
I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, i'm savage
I shake 'em up and down like the down jones average
I'm cocky, like rocky, i biggedy-bangs the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes das efx
A-higgedy-hoy there matey, i giggedy-gots to flow
My saturday nights are live-er than joe piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for charlie tuna
See i be the boogie banger, like esiason's the boomer
I'm higgedy-hots to trot, i giggedy-gots the motts
Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me goldilocks
I ciggedy-catch the scoop from peter jennings
Do a spin like the mag and i slide like peggy fleming
Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals
I hawiian punched the captain and now i'm maxing with tenille
I piggedy-pack steel, i got a big gun
I'm freaking the track from brooklyn, yo, 'cause brooklyn's where i'm from
Tiggedy-time to get buck wild
Call me butterfingers, 'cause i dippedy-drop 'nuff styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap i'll snatch a rapper by his toe
I riggedy-write my pages when i figgedy-feel the flavor
I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now i be a sky pager
I friggedy-freaked the funka
The rough nestle cruncher, word to arch bunker
Give me the mike and i'll liggedy-light it up like uncle fester
Microphone checka, one two checka
I tiggedy take no shorts, i'm not the fella
I can even act: stella, stella
Yo stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybe
No static, i niggedy-knows more kids than um, bebe
So higgedy-hey hey hey not dwayne but i got props
I biggedy-bust rhymes like slick rick busts shots
So when i friggedy-freaks the funk, i'll be the ill funk freaka
I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named bonita
So riggedy-rub-a-dub i got the lip to make ya flip
Bustin heads with erik sherman and my man parish smith
Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle
I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like rip van winkle
So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star
I sliggedy-slam dunk like kareem abdul-jabbar
Numbskull, i piggedy-pump up like reebok pumps
I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps
So wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief
He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth
I rocks 'em, i socks 'em, i drops 'em, ah-choo
So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two
I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro
I swiggedy-swing more action than hawaii five-o
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2. _ Klap Your Hands
Verse one: dray
Well uhh, ???? is macaroni and cheese
Before i start, i gots ta umm fart, no i gots ta uhh sneeze
Not, i gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day
Shucks, i'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some
Cos i'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon
So shout "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
Drayx up for sure dang, now that i'm flexed
My a-efx'll quote, when the bridge fell down
And i'ma good ship with the lollipop
Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos i'm krayzie like that
But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crew
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew
Troop, i got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo
Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop
Oops, i wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while i make
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and......
Hook:
"klap your hands now" (x3)
Verse two: skoob
Bon voyage, look out below cos umm
I got my socks on, the popcorn, the hubba bubba, yep gum
Skippity bum, you think i don't know the time
Well it's half-past a cow's ass and i'm a real bad ass
Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?
Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang
I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes
Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest
Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff
Or a uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a marvin, choose a ship
Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships
And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip
In the morning, yawning as i stand for group check
To back up, i slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck
Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja back to book bets'
And then s-k-double o-be on *?mansel?*
So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands
Hook (x3)
Verse three: dray
Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time
I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam
So, heavens-to-betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz
My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot
Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know mr. magoo?
You heard i'm loco, well yo, i'm despicable too
So umm, hi ho silver and away we go
The lone ranger got pissed and shot tonto in his toes, so
Holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives
I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?*
The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more
Cos that soul lock ya stands, i can't stands no more
So zippity doo, da day, woops i gots stuff
See i'm sneaky freaky peaky plus i'm chock full of nuts
But yo i am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest
So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest
So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it i shall
Cos it's the krayzie drayzie wit the books, that's my pal and......
Hook (x3)
Verse four: skoob
A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ????
I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap
And all that, me and a gang of ping ping bang zoomer
To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers
Yo some say i'm brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn boop
But don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey i'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? checka, checka 1-2
Aiyo, sit booboo sit, shit cos i'm the one who
Kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it
Cos poof the magic dragon, i'll kick a rhyme in duplicate
Or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw
Umm, listen everyone as i kick the jigsaw
M-i-crooked letter, crooked letter, i
Crooked letter, crooked letter, i hump back
Hump back, i, you can't touch i
Cos i's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya......
Hook to fade
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3. _ If Only
"and it go a little something like this" "hit it!"
Verse one: books
Shiggity shoz-bots, hots, i rocks
I kiggity-kicks the drama like a farmer picks the crops
Hops, i diggity-digs more wigs than john the baptist
They call me mr. rapper so i guess i be the rappist
No practice, yo krayzie (diggity yes?), knocker
Don't bolo like han solo, come work like chewbacca
So ease back, slick, or get kicked in the tush
Yep, i call ya snaggle if your puss-
Ee gads, i rip shop, until the roof fell in
And plus i piggity-pop your shit like *?jugglo ellen?*
But umm, rarely does my crew get into beefus
I fliggity-flips the mould like the gold that's on my cheebas
Oh jesus, i'm the youngest, flipsy be the eldest
I'm hipper than the hip bone connected to your pelvis
So hickory dickory dock, diggity-don't your wish
Hook:
"if only it sounded like this" ".....like this"
*repeat x2*
"like, this" "like, this"
"if only it sounded like this" ".......like this"
"if only it sounded like this" ".......like this"
*scratching of "like this"*
Verse two: dray
Shibbity-bop, shibbity-boo, check out the way i drops the scoop
I'm kniggity-knockin butts out, daily, troop
I friggity-fry the funk that's why they call me krazyie drayzie
I giggity-gots more props than that kid named beatle bailey
The boogity-woogity brooklyn boy, he's cool like grizzly ruin
I swingity-swing more shit than tarzan be doin
I heard that shit was thick that's why i spick like i was span
Then i umm, flip my bit and take a dip like a-qua-man
So, umm, figgity-fee-fi-fo-fum, i smell blunts
I gibbity-got lines like evil knievel got bitch stunts
Ya dunce, i'm diggity-down with the hit squad, aight
I flippity-fly more heads than benjamin flew kites
So i, stiggity-start the spliffin, give me your lips so i can rock
I got more skills than john han got cock
So hickory dickory dock, diggity don't you wish......
Hook:
"if only it sounded like this" ".....like this"
*repeat x2*
"like, this" "like, this"
"if only it sounded like this" ".......like this"
"if only it sounded like this" ".......like this"
"if only it sounded like this" ".......like this"
"if only it sounded like this" ".......like this"
*scratching of "like this"*
Verse three: skoob, dray
And a way we go, priggity-praise the lord, our father
I kiggity-caught the love boat, ???? ????
I'm finnicky like the cap' but shoots more funk than funkadelic
It's diggity-das efx umm, chum, can you smell it?
Yippity-yapper doozy, watch me ease on down the road, hun
So come on, baby, and do the loco-motion
Umm, so now what the fuck?
I give em a sugar smack then they crack like daffy duck
Schmuck, i'm kniggity-knarly, dude, hey swick em
I biggity-bangs the chunks cos they plumps when i cook em
I quiggity-quick-quick, diggity-dick-dick, tiggity-tick-tack-toe
So figado, figado, figado, figa-do
I'm niggity-not the herb but look at the burb, it's gonna stunt
I figgity-funk up sanford, and his fuckin son
So hickory dickory dock, diggity don't you wish
Hook to fade
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4. _ Looseys
Intro/hook:
Looseys, i remember loosey (x8)
Well, bust how i'm flippin, flappin
Rippin up the rappin
Look at the way i kick it, i'm wicked, it happen
One night in manhatten, chillin, buggin
Me and some of the crew went around to this club and
Peeped it, scoped it, hope the shit was rockin
Stuns by the bunch had the hunch they was clockin
Stepped up, dressed up, the young got some weed back
Honey got done then begun talkin to me, jack
I kicked slang to her, all my niggas knew her
I wanted to gas ahead and take her back to the sewer
To do her, screw her
I knew i had to hush
When i felt my belly drop and the spot turned to mush
Um, shush shush, i need me a push
I felt loosey bubblin, trouble in my tush
Then the gush came gushin, rushin, splat!
The juice hooked my davy d's quick like that
Smack, i biggity-broke my bitch from behind
Tried ta shake it, fake it
But yo i couldn't hide from...
Hook
Well, dosey-do your partner as i start the intro
Cos nobody does it better, correcta-mondo
Back in '86 i was dick with the skills
Playin ball in the gym with my nigga from the ville
I was runnin it like the trooper, had no time to play the small cat
I had it goin on, word to mother i was all that, black
So one day, believe it or not, i'm chillin
I was playin against these niggas from the bronx for some chitlins
So bust it, i'm in it with my coojas, gimme the rock, g
I float like a butterfly and kick like karate
I scored 26, i caught a fake and now i'm audi
I'm takin it to the hoop and then this kid tried to foul me
(haaa!) boom to the gutter, i hit the floor, i wanted to flip
I couldn't, damn, all of a sudden i had to shit
So i dipped to the sewer, i couldn't control the shit because it
Slipped past my dick, drip drip like a faucet
Down past my shorts and hit the court and all of a sudden
Girls were gettin sick, all my niggas they was buggin
I made it to the bowl leavin behind a trail of dookie
My drawers are soakin wet and i'll never forget the day i met....
Hook to fade
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5. _ Dum Dums
Intro/chorus:
Dum dum dilly dee dum dum
(diddy diddy dum dum)
Dum dum dilly dee dum dum
(diddy diddy dum dum)
Dum dum dilly dee dum dum
(diddy diddy dum dum)
Dum dum dilly dee dum dum
(dum dum)
Verse one: dray
Aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while i rock
Tick tock about this chick around the block?
She was high host, to the most hostess, no boastin
Back in '85, she was live, yo no jokin
A real go-getter, didn't try and sweat her
Fifteen years old and she was pushin a jetter
She had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin
She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin
Bitch, young miss, only dated older fellas
My slang couldn't hang, no thang, i wasn't jealous of her
Chorus
Verse two: dray
Oh yeah, where was i? bustin, now i'm ready
Now it's '87 and miss thing is goin steady
She was schoolin, chillin cos her man was makin papers
Tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors
He found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her
Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her
He used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist
Then the tommy got slapped behind her back gettin dissed
I was buggin, nuff on the stuff that i was seein
But that's how it goes for the hoes when they're bein......
Chorus
Verse three: skoob
Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser
Remember that chick loretta, back in the days i used ta sweat her
I wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn't matter
She was kickin it to my man stan who's livin phatter
Than me, hops, chillin in my hoodie and my reebok's
Now she's in a jam cos, stan was slangin rocks, but
Look at me now, honey, cos this the morning after
I'm yapper, a nappy-headed undaground rappa
Word to mom dukes, she was suits so i took her to my show
Just to show my niggas that the hooker was.....
Chorus
Verse four: skoob
Ah the show was phat, now it's back to the room, g
Yo mirror, this is where loretta tried to do me
My neck was on her tongue, *?ep's?* was gettin swung
Krayz was gettin biz with the friend that she brung
Then she took it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-a
Then she licked her boot-a, oh shoot-a, i screwed her
I showed her, i rolled her, from here to north dakota
I gangbanged the boots like a brooklyn troop oughta
I stuck it in her [backwards], bust a nut, she was starvin
So i pushed in the bush til those lips started partin, but she was.......
Chorus to fade
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6. _ They Want Efx
Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, i got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But i can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here i come
So peter piper, i'm hyper than pinochio's nose
I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the crazy
Crazy with the books, googley-goo where's the gravy
So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe
Yabba doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup i drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, i smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedly brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the ovaltine, i'd rather have a honeycomb
Or preferably the sesame, let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
Snap a neck for some live efx
Well i'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills
I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
So back up bucko or i'll pulverize mcgruff
'cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk i get swift
I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe
All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo?
Oh i'm steaming, agony
Why's everybody always picking on me
They call me puddin' tane, and rap's my game
You ask me again and i'll t-tell you the same
'cause i'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze
So no park sausages, mom, please
A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip
Crazy dazy shot the sheriff, yup and i shot the gift
And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my nestle's cup of cocoa
Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
Snap a neck for some live efx
Yahoo, hidee-ho yup i'm coming around the stretch
So here fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
And i'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
With the yippedy zippedy winnie the pooh bad boy blue,
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, i swing that too
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
Like roscoe b. coltrane
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like chubby checker
I take my froot loops with two scoops, make it double decker
Oh vince, the baby come to papa duke
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
I went from gucci to stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
To zsa zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie
Tally ho i-i'll take my stove top instead of potatoes, so
Maybe i'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe i'll shoot 'em later, yep
I used to have a dog and bingo was his name oh, so uh
B - i - n - g - o-oh
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
They want efx, some live efx
Snap a neck for some live efx
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7. _ Jussummen
Well i'm the jibber jabber, jaw like shabba
Franks making thanks, operating like trapper
John m.d., yea, that's what folks tell me
I plan on going far and be a star like marcus welby
So there, dear, uhum, you suit though
Yes, i makes the ruckus, causing ruckus like menudo
Or judo, i kicks it, i throws them when i gamble
And when i swings my thing, i take a swing like mickey mantle
But um, i got more flavors than a pack of now and laters
Beg your pardon, mr. keebler, but i love vanilla wafers
See, i got it going on 'cause of the songs that i write
I got it going on 'cause my crew is nuff hype
Plus i zitz em, i zamz em, i grams em like zorro
I shop at dagastino for a bag of stella dorro
Breadsticks, oh yes it's the books plus three
Of my cousins, crazy drazy, ?(abe blitz and tea)?
'cause we're
(chorus)
Jussumen that's on the mic...
Diggity yes, back up, i just come like shaka
Zulu, i pop like orville redenbacher
When i'm proper, i doobity dibble dabble wit my winnings
I drop a def jam as if my name was russell simmons
I'm funky, spunky, i clock bread like wonder
I'll jump up and flex , make you think i'm jane fonda
I shiggity slam rito, i'm layed back like tito
I good gots nuff wisdom like mama montigo, amigo
Se vente, yes i can samba
I'm known like geraldo, shishi karamba
The jibbity jibba jammage, always wit the hippity houser
I got crazy smarts like that kid doogie howser
So cool out, purno, i burn you no jive
I wickity wax that scalp just like alberto v.o. five
Diggity damn right half pint, i taste great like bud lite
I'm well known like spike or walter kronkite
Cause we're
Chorus
Check it, 1 for the money, 2 for the show
Thunder, thunder, thundercats, ho
Yep, i got my moms, i got my girl, i got my friends
And they say some making dollars, in japan, i'm making yenz
Wit the new style, meanwhile, my real name is william
I went and break a slut like donald trump can break a million
Or zillion, i kills 'em, i watches all my children
I'm hard as women, watch it silly stunt, just ask the pilgrims
I was strong from the get go, i'm not lou ferringo
I never caught the cooties from a fluzy or a bimbo
Like cheeko, i'm the man, yes indeed, i got the smart, so
When i take a stand, just take a seat like rosa arts
Some tomato, tomato, bolongna, bolongna
I use to fraggle rock ya but now i fraggle zone ya
A loner, i can't swim, i'm laughing in my hoodie
And i get down and boogie, oogie, oogie
Cause we're
Chorus
I'm like slick rick the ruler but i'm cooler that a calvin
My mon's name is june, my pops name is alvin
I'm not your kurt gowdie but i'm outtie, sianara
So hit the road jack so i can welcome back kotter
I flippity blast the ill shit, i flips them when i get them
I chills wit the books now mom paid out the rectum
No comp, i stiggity stomp em all out like sash squash
I'm deep, no steep, i'll make you wanna join backwash (zoom)
I diggity drops a jam and now i'm slamming like madonna
I gave a crewcut to sinead o'conner
Your honor, i'm bad to the bone, word is born
'cause me and mrs. jones, we got a thing going on
Yes i am, my ?(gibitibibity)? bedroom will not end
To the diggity cows come home, take the gitney again
'cause it's crazy, so give it a rest toots, don't you know me
I go from ten to two just like ivan roni
'cause we're
Chorus
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8. _ East Coast
Intro/chorus:
"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks" ---> krs-one
"baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
"it's like that y'all, you don't stop"
*repeat x2*
"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks"
"??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks"
Verse one: dray, books
Higgity-hey hun, check out the way i friggity-freak the track, umm
I diggity-do-ray-me-fah-so nigga me go like that, umm
Wit the books, iggity-oops, i get more poopcrocks for jingle
I giggity-gots the rhymes like ??? ??? got the wrinkle
Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like bundy
I piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, i'll take you *?mundy?*
Yes it's i, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-hump and rump cos i'm rough like sandpaper
So pucker up and whistle, i blast just like a pistol
And sharp like a thumbtack and kick like ninjitsu
I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, i'm bound, silly creep
I leave a rapper with a single bound
Yes i rips up the west, i'm the best, i'm no jokin
I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke
So books freak it, provide the funk alligator
Yo i'm out but "i'll be back" like schwarzenegger
Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it's, umm, me
The bumble b boogity woogity book the loopy
Double o-k-iggity s, i'm slick
I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than moby got dick
Aw shit, i'm swingin it from the east coast, sure
I don't surf, but got more props than pop smurf
Who? me, yep, look at the way i'm slingin it to ya poppy
I riggity rock the crowd at the grand ole opi
But when speakin upon myself, i stays private like benjamin
Honey, i'll knock the boots and if you're tough i'll knock the timberland's
Ooooooh, miggity-major rolex and tick tock
I'm runnin my tongue with the quickness now i'm back like alfred hitchcock
I'm shod-dy, i'm swingin it like a san diego padre
Brooklyn's in the house so motherfuck *?we go swavy?*
I don't need to diss ya but excuse me mister
I'm sinkin ya battleships just ask professor or the skipper
And downnnnnnnn
Chorus
Interlude: (*das efx giving shoutouts to other east coast rappers*)
Verse two: dray, books
Yo i'm back, black, heavens-to-betsy, time to get deuce
I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice
I'm not the new kids, but i'm knockin blocks off, sonny
Yep i rock like the stones cos i'm rollin in the money
So diggity-ask about, i know you digs me like a shovel
I kick straps for sport cos i'm short like barney rubble
Check the slang, boogity-bang, umm, i goes berserk
When i flex like popeye, i fight like cap' kirk
So bozo, i'm knockin em out the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like fred astaire
Tally racker, i'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper
The slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar
I'm comin like the red coats to toast an mc hammer
So jumpin jahosa, that's yesiree
The books-in-reverse kicks a verse......
......like, aah, bbd
I whips it, i smacks it, i flips it
With slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, i slaps lips
Like lipstick, i'm harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles
I bust foots for kicks, eat up trix and some skittles
Then i'll giggle, hee-hee-ha
Higgity-hallelujah to-to-dabber-day i'll do ya
I'm the baddest, got more fans than red jarvis makes a cowboy
I skip, flip back to dallas
He's the don, have you seen my grey poupon?
Bust this, we roll more spliffs than cheech and chong
We can do this, i kiggity-can't lose like martha lewis
Get the picture? i rock upon misfa if i was you-is
Goddamn, i'm sittin on the bay by the dock
Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock
Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle?
Cos now i got the siggity-sock soup like campbell's
And downnnnnnnnnnnn
Chorus: (x8)
"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks" ---> krs-one
"baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
"it's like that y'all, you don't stop"
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9. _ Straight Out The Sewer
[dray]
Comin straight from the sewer, i biggity-be's the rough slang slinger
Singer, dame look at me swing it like a swinger
I riggity-rock the miggity-microphone, i'm goin to rock it
Don't jock it, i'm quiggity-quick-quick, thiggity-thick, yo drop it
I'm flippin the flap so check out the rap, skills, ill ain't it?
I friggity-fry the funk so give me your tracks so i can train it
Or drain it like draino, *?this mako?*, cos i'm a
Rhymer, i stiggity-stun the *?cuns like angina?*
Singin the soft drink, ya did finger or leg lock
Huh-tutz, spit, can i rock?
The finger-lickin, criggity-crispy chicken
Spiggity-spark the biggity-blunt style is what i'm kickin
So next up, i kiggity-call my nigga wit the slang
The iggity-ill paprika, yo speaker.......
[skoob]
Hot diggity-damn, yiggity-yes i'm griggity-grand slammin like a homer
Simpson, look at the microphoner
On a mission, mission completed, dude, i'm kickin flavor
With my nigga, oh shit! my nigga from jamaica
Crack a 40, i smiggity-smoke nuff blunts that orgy
Bringin funk from crown heights straight to californi
I-a, b, see me on the free
Style, chill more props than benny hill, umm
Well i'll be god damned, they bringin me in the master mix
The nappy head, go betcha dog, question mark, asterisk
I flip up, bang, knock a baby out your ????
The figgity-funk, triple packs an uzi in my zip-up
Remember the time i ripped it, smacked it, flipped it
You're figurin i was a tip, tip so i kicked it
Hook:
Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
"noth-nothin can save ya"
*repeat x3*
[dray]
Comin straight from the sewer, the young, flippin-the-toungue superstarer
I freakin the flow like there ain't no tomorrow
I'm horri-fyin, kid, i be wreckin
Shiggity-shop, when i rock there's no half-steppin
So give me the mic check, get respect, dude i'm narly
I betcha if i was ken then i'd be fuckin barbie
So shiggity bop boo, aiyo duke can i give a
Shiggity-shout to my nigga o and the jibber
Jabber, you're riggity-raw when i'm kickin
I'm flippin the tongue so figgity-fee-fi-fo-fum, no slippin
I'm wicked, wild, bringin the style when i blabber
I swing it for das efx, when i flex i won't stagger
Or stutter, i wriggity-wreck it quick with my crew
So light, camera, action......
[skoob]
Tiggity-take two, umm, roll on, chiggity-check the flow, umm
I'm swingin it like my nuts be swingin from my scrotum
Oh shooter, i'm bringin the power move left, g
>from the sewer, test the microphone, 1-2 uhh
The nigga, the jibbity-jibber jabber jaw, blippity-blapper rapper
Tiggity-tap a livin in the lapper
The ghetto, leakin the nigga' petrol as i let go
My verbs with the *?lecko?* from bismore to plepto
The umm, boogity woogity books can make ya clock turn
I riggity-rocks the spot just like my cock butts burn
I friggity-freaks the ill rap, i'm still strapped, don't test me
I pops shit, pop tarts and piggity-pop cherries
Correct, g, my style is fat so i swung it
Want it? the riggity-roughneck brooklyn nigga brung it
Hook (x1 1/2)
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