Текст песни Das Efx - Mic Checka
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Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzuks, Here I go, soFliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yoI biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber greatI miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivateIt`s crazy, I`m biggedy-breakin` backs and bustin` lipsI friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin` PipsShrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-BammThrow boulders from Bedrock you`ll get dropped, I slam manSo check itI riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucksI giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy WarbucksI riggedy-rocked the coca-cabanaBanana split{HACK-THO} Spit, so sitI friggedy-freak it from here to BangladeshI riggedy-rippin` flesh plus I get fresh like thisSwish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you`ll get it doneSwooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no oneI biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I`m savageI shake `em up and down like the Down Jones AverageI`m cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the bestSo tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, `cause here comes Das EFXA-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flowMy Saturday nights are live-er than Joe PiscopoSo yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie TunaSee I be the boogie banger, like Esiason`s the BoomerI`m higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the mottsJewels plus dreads, so toots, call me GoldilocksI ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter JenningsDo a spin like the mag and I slide like Peggy FlemingOr a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke `em up until he squealsI Hawiian punched the Captain and now I`m maxing with TenilleI piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gunI`m freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, `cause Brooklyn`s where I`m fromTiggedy-time to get buck wildCall me Butterfingers, `cause I dippedy-drop `nuff stylesIggedy eeny meeny miney moeShiggedy-bop, bap I`ll snatch a rapper by his toeI riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavorI fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pagerI friggedy-freaked the funkaThe rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch BunkerGive me the mike and I`ll liggedy-light it up like Uncle FesterMicrophone checka, one two checkaI tiggedy take no shorts, I`m not the fellaI can even act: Stella, StellaYo Stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybeNo Static, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, BebeSo higgedy-hey hey hey not Dwayne but I got propsI biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shotsSo when I friggedy-freaks the funk, I`ll be the ill funk freakaI stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named BonitaSo riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flipBustin heads with Erik Sherman and my man Parish SmithKiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingleI diggedy-don`t bruise but snooze like Rip Van WinkleSo twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little starI sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-JabbarNumbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok PumpsI friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumpsSo wiggedy-where`s the beef, um chiefHe figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that`s on his teethI rocks `em, I socks `em, I drops `em, ah-chooSo riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut twoI diggedy dot my i`s, and cross my tiggedy-t`s, broI swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O