No Diggedy Lyrics by Das Efx

No Diggedy Lyrics

    Intro/chorus:

    No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind?
    No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime?
    No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind?
    No diggedy - das efx we rip it e'rytime
    *repeat*

    Verse 1: dray, books

    Yo yo
    Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha
    Check the rapture that i miggity manufacture
    Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
    Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (no doubt)
    We roll like michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree
    Flowin steadily, yo boogie banger rizzy ready g?

    I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock wally tails
    Jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
    Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and i tell ya one thing
    Diggity das efx we run things, hunting
    Down hardcore clowns and love singers
    And i got more styles than brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
    Police oppress me, mc's wanna stiggity stress me
    Tickity talkin more trash than a hefty
    Heaven-to-betsy when dray spark the sess, we left
    You faggot mc's marked for death

    Chorus

    Verse 2: dray, books

    I line up rappers then i drop em like they're dominos (no diggedy!)
    And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (no diggedy!)
    We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh
    Phiggity-phone and then it's on because i'm just the type-uh
    And ain't no diggedy, i flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me
    Ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
    Big up to pmd, forever gettin blunted
    Flooded in the triple black benz 500

    I riggity rap like saram from here to pakistan
    Me and my man came to kick styles out the can
    Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill
    Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill
    So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat
    I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
    Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke
    B-k-l-y-n we no joke!

    Chorus

    Verse 3: dray, books

    Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys
    The 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's
    Diggy das efx you know the text we never slackin
    We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin

    Niggas be actin shady!!!!
    So i got eyes behind my back and i biggity black the 80
    Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton
    Beg your pardon but mc's is a pain like ????
    Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down
    My sound is strictly hardcore underground

    Chorus x1 1/2

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