Brooklyn To T-neck Lyrics by 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: 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.....

    Chorus (x4)

    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.....

    Chorus (x4)

    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

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