Brooklyn to TNeck — текст песни (Das EFX)





Intro/chorus: (x4)



"the kids from brooklyn to t-neck" "yknowimsayin? "

"brooklyns prime time"



Verse one: skoob, dray



Now aint this some old shit, Im bringin it round the back like no

Question

Im swingin em with the cranes and Im swayz like the jetsons

I wreck shit, I biggity-blast off, duke, Im hectic

Just look at the funk that I brung from the young and the restless

Dont test this, Im miggity-makin yens in japan

Diggity-dont 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

Were freakin a track for jersey, yo krazyie spring it



Speak of the devil, figgity-fuck the dumb shit, its over

Soldier, I riggity-roll just like a bulldozer

Im kniggity-knockin butts and smokin blunts thats my slogan

Check it, I wriggity-wreck more heads than hulk hogan

No jokin, I bes the, um, best at how Im speakin

I riggity-rock a show and pack em in like puerto ricans

Im phat, I biggity-bang heads like jerry cooney

Im 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, Im 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 mels diner

Im giggity-gettin props because of the rhymes that I be bustin

Im 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, Ill call you snaggle if you puss-sy gab, so

Look at me flippin the tongue, bringin the fun, pass the hoover

Im 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

Im rippin the track to dreads or youre dead from my fists of

Fury, I biggity-bes the damn judge and jury

Im cliggity-clockin gs cos these chumps always bore me

Yo baby, I drippity-drops nuff grammar

Im 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, Im piggity-puttin your pipe when Im smokin

Yknow kid, I ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya.....



Chorus (x4)



Verse three: skoob, dray



Well Ill be damned, higgity-here I am, check the slang, hops

I biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to bangkok

Youre 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, Im criggity-crackin skulls when Im 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



Shits thick, Im quick to stick a chick wit my dick like a sniper

Type o, fella thats hyper

Active, captive, plus Im attractive

Horse for the course, suck my drawers then Im back, kid

Styley, rowdy, then yo Im 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, Im the rapper that rip it, cos yo.......



Chorus to fade



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