Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun You get to smoke weed and hold big guns Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these funds
Verse one: 8-off aguilar
Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies Could he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise Niggas was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas Test guy reported in the source, even thought about "best buys" My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics spectacular Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin *? terror dacquras? * and chrome Backwards Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest Racoons rap with your soloists if ? ? ? ? ? ? artist Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to tell Off those cells we're livin well In the '9-8-off, country club plink off While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off
Chorus (x2)
Verse two: nocturnal
Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master whips A .45 under my armpit Another one in the glove compartment Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes
Bitches twist the vine, I'm high and the moon's mine We're out to get mines, on a regular On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen So my team can play sega plus *? the gods in vegas? * An ounce of weed in every type of flavor Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....
Chorus
Verse three: das efx
Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw Beach houses and more, puffin weed on seymour Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores Hit squad, second world tour Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs After, ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , where? , in corridors Figgity-f**k walls, I'm buildin, splittin dutches spillin Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll make a killin And grab the cheese up like sicilians cos......
Chorus (x2)
Outro: skoob
Got the funds This rap shit was fun, kid We hold big guns, diamond gyms and timbs and all that
Well give a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air) *repeat x3*
Verse 1: skoob
Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah) So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum Now I'm stronger and I'm faster, thicker than your pasta I got more styles than most mc's can master I'm (what? ) d-wilin, (what? ) three stylin (what what? ? ) regardless Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits In my (beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the (sleeper) I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (grim reaper) Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid) Cookin the flows (what? ) to make your toes wanna tip (tip) I used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip (whip) You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk with the (slop slop) Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot) It's the abortion, son I'm launchin, quick to floor shit Click-click now I'm on some quick draw mcgraw shit For shit, now dice bring it back on the seal Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)
Chrous:
So get the buck-buck (here) And the buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands in the (air air) With a buck-buck (here here) And a buck-buck (buck here) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air) With a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there there) From the front to the (yeah rear) Throw your hands (in the air) With a buck-buck (here here) And a buck-buck (there there give em) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah)
Verse 2: dray
Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis) You see I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin venus Boy, I mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny) I'm sleepin on ya raps, I'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're foamy Wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I'm suppose ta (yeah) Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), I'm gonna roast ya (yeah) I do this, they be like who dis? (who dis? ), I break the answer (answer) Krazy fuckin drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer) So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow Niggas on my jive (why? ) because I rock like a camaro Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow) Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo) How I rip the shows on the mic (nightly) Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a motherfucker like me! (ya hype be), I'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah) Check shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit) I flex shit, that's the way I flip it on a angle You knows who I are, wear my star like the spangled Banner, bust the grammar but I bring forth my knockers If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo) Well then it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!) I'm risin in your ? ? ? ? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me) And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my nigga choose me)
Chorus:
So give a buck-buck And a buck-buck there From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands in the air *repeat to fade*
*alright* (x16) No doubt Aha, see what you want baby? Check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out
Verse 1: skoob
To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah) Cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah) It's the...now I'm the maniac with the flow (what? ) ? ? ? ? Til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga) Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha) Some say I got too much posse like flavor flav Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what? ) Ci-lo satan when I hit you with the triple 6 Your shit be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives Shittin on mc's like I just took a laxative Now niggas know I gives a f**k about'cha crew You try to keep up but got stuck like the two Between nevers and atlantis, I kicks a frantic And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet Like this, boy!
Hook:
*alright* (x8)
Verse 2: dray
Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next Nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects Bring ya from the east so f**k the peace so if you spot us You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!) You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh) Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up) We're blowin up your f**kin spot (no doubt) Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not Now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this It's a crisis, I kill em dead with my devices My advice is you better learn a trade Before you kick a rhyme and end up f**kin gettin sprayed I keep you open like you're f**kin sessin me You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me Cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y Use to rock fila, bettin like I'm eli
With houston your style in need of boostin Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin I put my dues in so you know it's only right I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga)
Chorus (x14)
Verse 3: dray, skoob
To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic The shit the man kick'll make ya f**kin ass sick I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it I make it by the bucket so f**k it, I stock it It's just for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe I'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherf**ker) Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way I wreck F**kin flow to final, motherf**k the title My nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherf**ker) That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come again
The books in reverse kicks a verse I'm takin it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I persuit To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot I bring swing to the ring like luke doover Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw caves in Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians Me get done? never son, I hold it down for 7-1-a Where niggas f**k around and where niggas lay Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like tim hardaway Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in rca Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin Plus I got another back in the oven Some heard the style and then construction on it But they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it C'mon, broke my blocks or I'll blow ya spot I rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox (so how we do? ) no shorts from niggas or they f**kin girl and (what you Got? ) More styles than the last got served (no doubt) So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight Cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt)
Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what?? Yeah what?
Intro/Chorus:
Got ta hold it down Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock *repeat x3*
Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
I be the man droppin the slang on your premises We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're Genesis Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?
Yiggity yeah The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?" Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?) "Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis" but fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject
Chorus
Verse 2: Skoob, Dray
*?Miggity mog?* it's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this riggity mic, my target's the underground market I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera The miggity mad dred night predator Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!" Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan
Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs my biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass the cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last I took a breather now we snipin off the roof We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it
Chorus
Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
But a'time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches we never changing faces like them two singin bitches So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana
I briggity break the dame, we roll the game In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed but the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer the drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a the dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta....
Chorus (x2)
Outro: Dray
Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop (Got ta hold it down) Hold it down, keep it on lock Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop Hold it down, keep it on lock The young and the restless, word we don't stop Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad) Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop Hold it down, keep it on lock
Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
Yo Well if the honeys think I'm stuck up, I tell em "Shut the fuck up" and you can get'cha man, I bet a grand he gettin broke up So whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly Really? We're on the road again just like Willie Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya Anoy ya when I spill the beans like lawyer I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls I guess you must be ready to die like Biggie Smalls
Diggity good heavens, it all started in the projects like the Evans but fuck the Good Times, we packin weapons Want the fortune and the fame kid, you know the name kid, style reign Puttin MC's thru style change And if you want me then you got to come get me I'm strictly fuckin niggas up like 1-50- 1, two rum shots chased precise Two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice Thinkin I might beat the hurt, I'm not him And I'ma get paid and fool like Rakim
Chorus (x2)
Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
Well here I come, word, yo this be my third release I never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace to the crews payin dues in the background How my rap sound? Yo Boogie Banger bring it back now
Niggas with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out Actin fly, jack passed me by Mmmah - you can kiss that black ass goodbye
No lie, see I fry your crew til they sizzle Fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle Bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack Backs before I put a whoopin on that ass
Ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell Now dig it, me and my man we came wit it We snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like Riddick Admit it, I'm right to rough so tighten up I'm audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what?
Chorus (x4)
To all the niggas gettin high Dedicated to all the bitches actin fly Dedicated to all the niggas runnin game Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same Dedicated to all the niggas gettin high To all the bitches actin fly Dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Intro/Chorus: Comin thru' wit my crew like this Aah I'm wit my crew like this comin thru Comin thru wit my crew like this Uhh wit my crew like this Comin thru wit my crew like this Boy what? Wit my crew like this Comin thru wit my crew like this Uhh wit my crew like this Verse One: Dray Skoob Well yo it's 1995 this the way my crew troop I be the Krayzie Drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop like to be a rapper nowadays is real handy that's why all these niggas wanna be down like Brandy They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal and I been drinkin St.Ives before dem commercials I puff a el everytime I gotta write again so I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholasis Boy, I'll still sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist Spot-blower especially when I'm not sober Twisted in the head I'm seein red like October Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin Flavor like twice so you better rise up Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up No ruggle, I'm bout to shove anover blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York undercover And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty Comin thru' Chorus Verse Two: Dray, Skoob I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like Ziggy Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what they call me kickity Krayzie Drayzie on the mic so what you want G? I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin This ain't Craig Mack but black you know the flave I briggity break that ass up just like Super Dave I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck? Shit is on and my palms don't sweat Forty days and nights get in some fights to get this style piece and on before this water mic scored Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin for dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour distortin my behaviour (Check it out) Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys It's the Books, style underground Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit and when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this Comin thru Chorus (Comin thru wit my crew like this) Comin thru, what? Blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss (Comin thru wit my crew like this) (Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew like this) Uh comin thru *conversation to end*
(*The hardcore rap act is back!*) (*Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!! (*The hardcore rap act is back!*) (*No I, no I ain't smilin*)
Verse 1: Dray
Yo, yo I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in cos in a second I'ma pull a fuckin Tek-in Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin and if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *?in them rise?* Fuckin with Das you wind up in hos- -pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it cos yo...
Hook (x2)
Verse 2: Skoob, Dray
Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumours My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the Government but I be snappin on MC's like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty and a burner and I keeps the 2 ready to hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winstons
Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein a fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it Uhh
Hook (x2)
Verse 3: Skoob
Abara-cadabara, return of the punk MC batterer I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in Attica From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda and when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2 Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like that fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut Bring it!
(*here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*) (x8)
(skoob)
Well it's the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas Nervous (nervous) Son the word is we on some rule the shit like *? kervis? * (I rule the world) Blow, yo I get dough, la rockafella, nigga please I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella I swella f**k up on some other shit, rougher shit I'ma hold it down and take a puff of this Greenery, keep the scenery, didn't seem to be in order for thee Flip the slaughter, f**k a quarter nigga A second wasted is a dollar lost Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor So pmd, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin Pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island
(pmd)
It's pmd up in the sector, I wreck the microphonin I'm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin Kid I'm zonin, it's on and I'm back up on the block
(aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, I represent the dock (dock) Puls I knock (what? ) niggas out the box quickly Kid I'm strictly motherf**kin business so get wit me Yo scratch hit me so I can do my thing and blow the spot
(dray)
It's that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what I got Check the clock if you don't know the f**kin timin Well I'm rhymin, I'm shinin like a motherf**kin diamond Kill the whinin cos I'm in effect like this (yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss The hit squad, ya shit's harder every year It's diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah (what? ) ya catch a bullet in ya gut And if you try to run you catch another one to your butt Hut one two, hut three We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g Uhh, what? ? ?
(*here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*) *repeat to fade*
Well on your marks and get set And cant forget to go Incase you didn't know the flow if fat like joe(like joe) Yo..you niggedy know that im back man Your wack man/i eat a nigga like i'm pacman I biggedy bring it/straight form the cella For reala packin more hits than lou pinella I swella/nigga in his eye if he tess me You dont impress me Ey yo books bring the rest g... Uhh..one time for yo mind Eh yo what up its.. The crew thats bringin ruckus no doubt We the ruffest dream team Reign supreme like a cutlass Get duckets the dough Cant touch the flow It's me the nigga wit g'z The b double o k-s On top that i'll bus your caliber When i pop shit and rock shit like metallica Straight to the heart of them street fake niggas Your all up in my face/wanna sell my tape niggas So honey shake your figures and show me whatcha got (blow the spot)das efx wit the real hip hop Chorus To the hiddip the hop it don't stop(don't stop) Das efx wit the real hip hop(hip hop) To the hiddip the hop it don't quit(don't quit) Das efx and we came to rip shit(rip shit) Eh okiedokie Next nigga ta quote me I hope he got more miracles than smokey Wont be no discussion/strictly bumrushin Head rushin like gotti Your in my dangerfield like rodney So howdy/let me introduce for my peeps Straight from the sewer Sayin true to the streets Well it's me crazy drazy Bringin up the rear I swear/we got to hold it down here yeah So there..let me crack a brew and kick my feet up Turn the heat up And smiggedy smoke all the weed up Kids i beat up/wit my style thats the newest My crew is/runnin more ruckus than carl lewis It's from the sewer now ya see me on tha top So stop and recognizt the niggas on ya block Chorus Yo mc's is irrelevant And delicate to the texture And this style of mines is well defined like webster Aint a better nigga raw from the jaw jabber-jibber When i get stone like sharon from sliver Equppied ta/riggedy rip the microphone to shreds Dread yo come and hit these niggas in the head... Well i connect my rhymes like lego So lego my eggo, i burn ya like waco You need more than maaco I take it to ya crew and keep em moving like im uhaul Im here to school yall Figgedy faggots like rupaul I throw a screwball and strike out the mc And if he temps me I knock em out like jack dempsey I burn some sensi and chase em wit the guiness The illest..hit me wit the hook because i'm finished Chorus
I heard that one man's loss, is the next man's gain I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brain We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why?), cos the game's for kids It's diggity Das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave You blow the spot, baby face it, kids can't erase it or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, Books come lace it, what?
Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, Books to heat em Keepin em raw from these Brooklyn streets, where Books defeats em Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat Freakin a style from Brooklyn, the home of the bodybags And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair Low gear Benz's wit chrome wears, what we all here So don't stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ????? What you didn't know, this miggity might hurt
Chorus:
It's diggy Das, raw breed Make moves at top speed It's the niggas from the sewer Drink brew and puff weed Giggity get wit it Sewer rats stay twisted Many people tell me this style is terrific It's diggy Das, raw breed Make moves at top speed It's the niggas from the sewer Drink brew and puff weed Giggity get wit it Sewer rats stay twisted Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific
Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
Yo Well yo, in Glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss They went from AZ to Jay-Z, Nas back to Krayzie To Drayzie, I fuck up your knot and then I'm swayze
Word, yeah, yo, yo Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute me Pick up the vine and rock the Kufi
Well, all I heard was Versucci, coochie for the lucci The Gucci, but I just stay raw just like some sushi My crew be ill, time to move these mill's And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show they skills
Yeah, yo, yo Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I walk Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team
No doubt (no doubt), no doubt, ahh Sewer rats in ya area (feel that) (Worldwide) bout to make things scarier (No doubt) (Diggy Das) Diggy Das (Generation) Yo, yo, yo
Intro/Chorus:
If iggity-I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
Verse One: Dray
Well iggity-ashes to ashes and dust to dust I'm miggity-makin all the money everytime I bust No fuss, fully blown, Benz fully chrome Flips celly phone, Diggy Das, once again it's on It's Dray Boogie, no rookie, a tough cookie Biggity-blow the spot everytime they book me The big boys we're makin big noise Biggity-bubblin and pushin big toys >From the corner to the stage, front page Riggity-rockin the age, dropped the dime, please So give a toast to the host, East Coast West Coast, this here's just a small dose Jump in the square this year, we take the whole pie No lie, the platinum and the gold eye Keep it jumpin, got the beat thumpin, pumpin Yiggity-yes y'all, I know one thing
Chorus
Verse Two: Skoob
Yo, yo I pliggity-play the back like a NFL safety I wiggity-won't let the game break me even though the game's shaky and the player's flaky, they niggity-need someone to boss em Set up my office now e'rybody flossin If niggas is hot, I'm ultraviolet If niggas is fly then I'm the pilot, friggity-frequent flier mileage Cash flowin, over throwin, motor rollin Play the low and keepin niggas not knowin, yo It's like the wind beneath my wing, everything that I sing kid, I'ma bring, so let me do my thing Knock the bastard, smiggity-smack it out the park, right Sewer rats, tiggity-tales from the darkside archive
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Verse Three: Dray, Skoob
Yo You buy the stocks off some sideblocks and buy Glocks to fight cops Buy spots, niggity-never ever ride jocks Bubblegoose, fat Benz, fat Timbs Fat ends, fat rings, biggity-best scams We got a fool-proof hustle, lotta muscle So miggity-make sure to put the money in the duffle
Yo What's miggity-mines is yours and yours is mines If iggity-I shine then you shine, the crew shine You rock the Benz, son, I rock the Range Giggity-got nuttin to lose and e'rything to gain, I'm sayin forget the pain and the struggle, and all the trouble Up in the jungle wit my man now we're seein double
Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo) Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo? (Das EFX) My records spin round and round like a merry-go Here we go, riggity-raw as I ever was Diggy Das blow the spot, sharp as ever, cuz Same pro (what?), never rock with the same flow My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow Aiyo, Boogie Bang what the deal, son? (Yo) For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun?
Yo, when my record company fail, I'm gonna need bail (why?) Flippin on coats like Latrell Sprewell My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille Like females, cats is fake, I snap and break your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divi' it up Not givin the one just give me ya cup We're livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singers Shows get wild like Jerry Springer, ice on all fingers Frost bear, me and my girls fare New York share politican, so
Hook:
So yo set it off, get it off, let it off Set it off, get it off, let it off Set it off, get it off, let it off (Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back, c'mon Set it off, get it off, let it off Set it off, get it off, let it off Set it off, get it off, let it off (Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back
Verse Two: Dray, Skoob
Cos I'm too nice, rockin blue ice Jet black Ferrari runnin thru lights My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this Look at this, straight Gz, you can tell it's dope In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope Smellin smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke ????, you can quote every word I wrote My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway The thug way, miggity-Monday to Sunday
Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots stay hot like them chicks from Baywatch BK, to the UK, all the way to Guatalupe Das got chicks shakin their booty Cats actin unrul-ey, who they? Do they, should they, give a fuck, nah too late Save em, ya gotcha els, roll em up, kid Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation Nuff respects to my EFX Generation
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Verse Three: Dray, Skoob
Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit me Sixty, peace to low down shifty Strictly, send the world in a frenzy My mens be, laid up in the penzy Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again Devils stall, play the ball, went to Heineken Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk My talk, slidin with the sickedness You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick of this
Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack MC's I'm testin ya Smack you with a chair like a wrestler Boogie Bang, sewer rat buckwildin Run the streets of Brooklyn, properties on an island A pen and a pad, you know my steez when I'm weeded Bring rhymes together like cleavage So love it or leave it, I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feed hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to plea Trees are blastin out my team, blast back Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that
Kick ass nigga, come on Yeah, yeah hit squad, firing squad Nine eight shit
Chorus: das efx
No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing Yo, it's diggy das, m.o.p., and that nigga teflon Lets get it on what what Lets get it on yeah yeah
(drayz) Another new year, I got my crew here, lets get it on Miggity make money money! yo, son I got the bomb See me swervan, through the urban Black suburban, puffing urban Wiggity wild and drinking bourbon
(lil fame) See I'm learnin, while I'm earnin Rapidly firin, like that shit that the ku klux be burnin Who wanna get stuck up Or get f**ked the f**k up? Blucka, blucka blowe! Bitch nigga your lucks up
(teflon) Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out Thug out, but rub out Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out Shit I set it for real when I bug out My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out
(billy danze) Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out We represent the ruffhouse Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned At the thug house (tha'ts right) Now your facing a one of a kind dude Undefined dude, top of the line dude
(skoob) Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here
All my people up in here Its rough in here Bullets figgity flying every f**king where Its un f**king faitiggity tear cats out the frame Diggity das, billy danz, teflon, and lil fame
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(teflon) Say hello to the bad guy Hmmhm, excuse me as i Grab my n-u-ts no need to ask why We blow the spot up Hit em with the uncut raw Could be somewhat more Advance with the product
(billy danze) You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore All the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for First family style! it's deep You catch us on these beats But we should never be disconnected from these streets
(skoob) See my higgity hard times That bring forth these higgity hard rhymes Hard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar lines Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, it's turn to eat again Motivated by cats who would never see the street again
(lil fame) See him in the next life cause thats where were gon meet again And if it goes down then, you gon bleed again Any ground I roam I stand on it Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it
(drayz) Yeah, so lets expand on it ( what ) Put my mans on it ( what ) Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it ( what ) The higgity hit squad and firing squad We billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia
It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler Check it out.......
Verse one: dray, skoob
Aiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhyme Diggy-das, redman bout to shine Drop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammo Bought my gango for the whammo, book em danno I shine like a blue bee, who me? you be Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee In factually, guaranteed to keep it live Gotta win first prize, yo boogie bang wont'cha drive
A biggity-black range rover, now move it over so I can hang em And boom bang em, I gets paid for droppin slang I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect) I lay this flow then they pay me doe Now everywhere we go it's on the radio But yo, I'm not a show off, I come to drop the flow off And make sure the top blow off, it's how I go off
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Verse two: redman
Aiyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar Pack a blaka-blaka, since I was a toddler Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana
Sick, dick about nine inch thick I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six First of the month I got the bundles for the wick My hands big as a catcher's mitt when I brick Sucker mc's who did not learn If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm The dark ranger, call me don punanna So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas You can tell, I don't give a f**k Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the a-richter F**k you and the ship you came on While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on
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Verse three: dray, skoob
I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way Tryin to get away with murder like oj Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash You come around here you get mashed Like potatoes, because I hate those, oh lord yes Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed What's this? tapped ya on the left breast I guess I need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes
Yeah, yo, yo I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin Roastin in the corner just postin Up, drinkin liquor out the cup That's when I struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut But, she look scandalous, maybe from los angeles I knew that I could handle this no matter what the challenge is Miss, what's your name and your game? If you let me in your brain then i'ma knock it out the frame
