Brooklyn To T-Neck lyrics

[Intro]
"The kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck" "Y'knowI'msayin?"
"Rip when it's rhyme time"

[Verse One: Skoob, Dray]
Now ain't this some sh*t
I'm bringin it round the back like no question
I'm swingin em with the Krayz and I'm swayz like the Jetsons
I wreck sh*t, 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 f*ck cos I rap like Saran or
Antiperspirant, I riggity-roll my punctures like a speed stick
I giggity-got the c*ck so kn*ggity-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 swing it
Speak of the devil, figgity-f*ck the dumb sh*t, it's over
Soldier, I riggity-roll just like a bulldozer
I'm kn*ggity-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 sh*t from West Bumblef*ck to the Boonies
Buster, I miggity-musta stunned ya, blunder
You blewa, I speak it, I freak it, I'm super, so do a...
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[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 Lost got Sleestacks
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 runts, smoke blunts then drop my zipper
I piggity-pass the miggity-microphone to my n*gga
Hot damn, higgity-here I am, check it Mister
I'm rippin the track to shreds 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 n*gga 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, 'cause yo...
[Hook (x4)]

[Verse Three: Skoob, Dray]
Well I'll be damned, higgity-here I am, check the slang, hops
I biggity-bumped hips wit dumb chicks from here to Bangkok
Yo 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 giggity-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 Jimbrowskii
I miggity-makes em rock like Mr.Gillespie makes em dizzy
I piggity-pass the mic now, yo Krayzie get busy
sh*t's thick, I'm quick to stick a chick wit my di*k like a sniper
Type o, fella that's hyper
Active, captive, plus I'm attractive
Pause for the cause, 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-f*ck the cracker, I'm the rapper that ripped it, 'cause yo...

[Hook]