Текст песни Das EFX - Mic Checka

Dead Serious
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Das EFX
Альбом: Dead Serious
Длительность: 04:55
Рейтинг: 1896
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Загрузил: MaxOfMobbDeep


Riggidy-raow, ziggidy gadzuks, here I go, so Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great I miggedy-make the wonder twins deactivate It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips I friggedy-freaked gladys knight and those freakin' pips Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like bamm-bamm Throw boulders from bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man So check it I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks I giddedy-got the big ducks like daddy warbucks I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana Banana split {hack-tho} spit, so sit I friggedy-freak it from here to bangladesh I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done Swooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage I shake 'em up and down like the down jones average I'm cocky, like rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes das efx A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow My saturday nights are live-er than joe piscopo So yo, siggedy-save the bait for charlie tuna See I be the boogie banger, like esiason's the boomer I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me goldilocks I ciggedy-catch the scoop from peter jennings Do a spin like the mag and I slide like peggy fleming Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals I hawiian punched the captain and now I'm maxing with tenille I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun I'm freaking the track from brooklyn, yo, 'cause brooklyn's where I'm from Tiggedy-time to get buck wild Call me butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff styles Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager I friggedy-freaked the funka The rough nestle cruncher, word to arch bunker Give me the mike and I'll liggedy-light it up like uncle fester Microphone checka, one two checka I tiggedy take no shorts, I'm not the fella I can even act: stella, stella Yo stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybe No static, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, bebe So higgedy-hey hey hey not dwayne but I got props I biggedy-bust rhymes like slick rick busts shots So when I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the I'll funk freaka I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named bonita So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip Bustin heads with erik sherman and my man parish smith Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like rip van winkle So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star I sliggedy-slam dunk like kareem abdul-jabbar Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like reebok pumps I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps So wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro I swiggedy-swing more action than hawaii five-o
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