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Das EFX - Mic Checka lyrics
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 ill 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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