| Coming straight from the sewer, I biggity-be's the rough slang slinger
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| Singer, dame look at me swing it like a swinger
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| I riggity-rock the miggity-microphone, I’m born to rock it
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| Don’t jock it, I’m quiggity-quick-quick, thiggity-thick, yo, drop it
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| I’m flippin' the flap, so check out the rap skills, ill, ain’t it?
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| I friggity-fry the funk, so give me your tracks so I can train it
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| Or drain it like Drano, get Macco 'cause I’m a rhymer
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| I stiggity-stomp the comp like a dino
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| Siggity-saur figgity-figure four leglock
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| Hack-pthoo, spit, can I rock?
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| The finger-lickin tiggity-crispy chicken
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| Spiggity-spark the biggity-blunt style is what I’m kickin'
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| So next up, I kiggity-call my nigga with the slang
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| The iggity-ill paprika, yo, speaker
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| Hot diggity-damn, yiggity-yes, I’m giggity-grand slammin' like a Homer
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| Simpson, look at the microphoner on a mission
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| Mission accomplished, dude, I’m kickin' flavor
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| With my nigga, oh ! |
| My nigga from Jamaica
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| Crack a 40, I smiggity-smoke 'nuff blunts that OG
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| Bringin' funk from crown heights straight to Californi-i-a, b
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| See me on the freestyle
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| Chill more props than Benny Hill, um
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| Well, I’ll be God damned, they bringin' me in the master mix
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| The nappy head, complexion dark, question mark, asterisk
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| I flip up, bang, knock a baby out your sitter
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| The figgity-funk, triple packs an uzi in my zip-up
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| Remember the time I whipped it, smacked it, flipped it
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| You’re figurin' I was a tip, tip, so I kicked it
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| Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
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| Nothing can save ya
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| Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
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| Nothing can save ya
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| Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
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| Nothing can save ya
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| Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
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| Nothing can save ya
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| Coming straight from the sewer, the young flippin'-the-tongue superstarrer
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| I’m freaking the flow like there ain’t no tomorrow
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| I’m horrifyin', kid, I be wreckin'
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| Shiggity-shop, when I rock, there’s no half-steppin
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| So give me the mic check, get respect, dude, I’m gnarly
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| I betcha if I was Ken, then I’d be Barbie
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| So shiggity-bop boo, aiyo, Duke, can I give a
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| Shiggity-shout to my nigga, oh, and the jibber
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| Jabber Jaw riggity-raw when I’m kickin'
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| I’m flippin' the tongue so figgity-fee-fi-fo-fum, no slippin'
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| I’m wicked, wild, bringin' the style when I blabber
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| I swing it for Das EFX, when I flex, I won’t stagger
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| Or stutter, I wriggity-wreck it quick with my crew
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| So light, camera, action
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| Tiggity-take two, um, roll 'em, chiggity-check the flow, um
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| I’m swingin' it like my nuts be swingin' from my scrotum
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| Oh Judah, I’m bringin' the power move left, G
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| From the sewer, test the microphone, 1−2 uh
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| The nigga, the jibbity-jibber jabber jaw, blippity-blapper rapper
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| Tiggity-tap a livin in the lap of
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| The ghetto, leakin' the nigga petrol as I let go
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| My verbs with an echo from Bismol to Pepto
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| The um, boogity-woogity-Books can make ya clock turn
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| I riggity-rocks the spot just like my cock got sperm
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| I friggity-freaks the ill rap, I’m still strapped, don’t test me
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| I pops shit, pop tarts, and piggity-pop cherries
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| Correct, g, my style is fat, so I swung it
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| Want it? |
| The riggity-roughneck Brooklyn nigga brung it
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| Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
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| Nothing can save ya
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| Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
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| Nothing can save ya
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| Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
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| Nothing can save ya
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| Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer
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| Nothing can save ya |