paroles de chanson Mic Checka - Das EFX
Riggidy-Bow,
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
Bohanna
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
Oh
Yessa
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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