Das Efx Brooklyn To T-Neck Lyrics

Intro/Chorus: (x4)

"The kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck" "Y'knowI'msayin?"
"Brooklyn's prime time"

Verse One: s_____ Dray

Now ain't this some old s___, 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 s___, 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 j__an
Diggity-don't give a f___ 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-f___ the dumb s___, it's over
soldier, I riggity-roll just like a bulldozer
I'm kniggity-knockin b___s 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 c___ey
I'm swingin the s___ 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: s_____ 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 n____

Hot d___, 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 d___ 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 n____ 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: s_____ Dray

Well I'll be d___ed, higgity-here I am, check the slang, hops
I biggity-b__p 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 j__zum
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

s___'s thick, I'm quick to stick a chick wit my d___ 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-f___ the cracker, I'm the rapper that rip it, cos yo.......

Chorus to fade