作词 : Hines, Martin, Weston 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 ****** 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 ***** 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 ****** 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 ******p 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 *****, check the rappin *****s 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
作词 : Hines, Martin, Weston 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 ****** 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 ***** 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 ****** 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 ******p 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 *****, check the rappin *****s 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
