Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn to T-Neck, artist - Das EFX. Album song Dead Serious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Atlantic
Song language: English
Brooklyn to T-Neck |
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… |
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… |
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 |