Das Efx

Intro/chorus:

Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke weed and hold big guns
Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons
That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these funds

Verse one: 8-off aguilar

Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies
Could he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise
Niggas was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas
Test guy reported in the source, even thought about "best buys"
My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics spectacular
Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin *? terror dacquras? * and chrome
Backwards
Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest
Racoons rap with your soloists if ? ? ? ? ? ? artist
Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to tell
Off those cells we're livin well
In the '9-8-off, country club plink off
While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off

Chorus (x2)

Verse two: nocturnal

Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master whips
A .45 under my armpit
Another one in the glove compartment
Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit
Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes


Bitches twist the vine, I'm high and the moon's mine
We're out to get mines, on a regular
On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure
In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen
So my team can play sega plus *? the gods in vegas? *
An ounce of weed in every type of flavor
Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....

Chorus

Verse three: das efx

Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw
Beach houses and more, puffin weed on seymour
Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours
Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws
All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores
Hit squad, second world tour
Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs
After, ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , where? , in corridors
Figgity-f**k walls, I'm buildin, splittin dutches spillin
Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin
Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll make a killin
And grab the cheese up like sicilians cos......

Chorus (x2)

Outro: skoob

Got the funds
This rap shit was fun, kid
We hold big guns, diamond gyms and timbs and all that

Skoob and dray giving shoutouts*

Chorus:

Well give a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
*repeat x3*

Verse 1: skoob

Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum
Now I'm stronger and I'm faster, thicker than your pasta
I got more styles than most mc's can master
I'm (what? ) d-wilin, (what? ) three stylin (what what? ? ) regardless
Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas
Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it
And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits
In my (beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (grim reaper)
Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday
It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid)
Cookin the flows (what? ) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)
I used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip (whip)
You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk with the (slop slop)
Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot)
It's the abortion, son I'm launchin, quick to floor shit
Click-click now I'm on some quick draw mcgraw shit
For shit, now dice bring it back on the seal
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)

Chrous:

So get the buck-buck (here)
And the buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
And a buck-buck (buck here)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there there)
From the front to the (yeah rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
And a buck-buck (there there give em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah)

Verse 2: dray

Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis)
You see I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin venus
Boy, I mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny)
I'm sleepin on ya raps, I'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're foamy
Wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I'm suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), I'm gonna roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like who dis? (who dis? ), I break the answer (answer)
Krazy fuckin drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow
Niggas on my jive (why? ) because I rock like a camaro
Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow)
Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo)
How I rip the shows on the mic (nightly)
Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a motherfucker like me!
(ya hype be), I'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah)
Check shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit)
I flex shit, that's the way I flip it on a angle
You knows who I are, wear my star like the spangled
Banner, bust the grammar but I bring forth my knockers
If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo)
Well then it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!)
I'm risin in your ? ? ? ? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me)
And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my nigga choose me)

Chorus:

So give a buck-buck
And a buck-buck there
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)

With a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the air
*repeat to fade*

Raise the dead, protect your soul
Now it?s time for rock and roll

Intro:

*alright* (x16)
No doubt
Aha, see what you want baby?
Check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out

Verse 1: skoob

To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah)
Cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)
It's the...now I'm the maniac with the flow (what? ) ? ? ? ?
Til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say I got too much posse like flavor flav
Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what? )
Ci-lo satan when I hit you with the triple 6
Your shit be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives
Shittin on mc's like I just took a laxative
Now niggas know I gives a f**k about'cha crew
You try to keep up but got stuck like the two
Between nevers and atlantis, I kicks a frantic
And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet
Like this, boy!

Hook:

*alright* (x8)

Verse 2: dray

Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next
Nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx
Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects
Bring ya from the east so f**k the peace so if you spot us
You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!)
You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh)
Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin up your f**kin spot (no doubt)
Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
Now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this
It's a crisis, I kill em dead with my devices
My advice is you better learn a trade
Before you kick a rhyme and end up f**kin gettin sprayed
I keep you open like you're f**kin sessin me
You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
Cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y
Use to rock fila, bettin like I'm eli


With houston your style in need of boostin
Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know it's only right
I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga)

Chorus (x14)

Verse 3: dray, skoob

To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick
My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic
The shit the man kick'll make ya f**kin ass sick
I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy
Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it
I make it by the bucket so f**k it, I stock it
It's just for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe
I'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherf**ker)
Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way I wreck
F**kin flow to final, motherf**k the title
My nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherf**ker)
That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come again

The books in reverse kicks a verse
I'm takin it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I persuit
To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot
I bring swing to the ring like luke doover
Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar
For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw caves in
Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians
Me get done? never son, I hold it down for 7-1-a
Where niggas f**k around and where niggas lay
Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like tim hardaway
Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in rca
Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin
Plus I got another back in the oven
Some heard the style and then construction on it
But they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it
C'mon, broke my blocks or I'll blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox
(so how we do? ) no shorts from niggas or they f**kin girl and (what you
Got? )
More styles than the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight
Cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt)

Chorus to fade

Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what??
Yeah what?

Intro/Chorus:

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock
*repeat x3*

Verse 1: Dray, Skoob

I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're Genesis
Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this
Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas
You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?

Yiggity yeah
The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang
Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?"
Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?)
"Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
but fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject

Chorus

Verse 2: Skoob, Dray

*?Miggity mog?* it's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this
riggity mic, my target's the underground market
I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
The miggity mad dred night predator
Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes
claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!"
Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan

Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs
my biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims
I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass
the cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it

Chorus

Verse 3: Dray, Skoob

But a'time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher
So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer
I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
we never changing faces like them two singin bitches
So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner
Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana

I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed
but the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
the drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
the dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta....

Chorus (x2)

Outro: Dray

Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop
(Got ta hold it down)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
The young and the restless, word we don't stop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock

Intro/Chorus:

Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game
Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

Verse 1: Dray, Skoob

Yo
Well if the honeys think I'm stuck up, I tell em "Shut the fuck up"
and you can get'cha man, I bet a grand he gettin broke up
So whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly
Really? We're on the road again just like Willie
Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya
Anoy ya when I spill the beans like lawyer
I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls
I guess you must be ready to die like Biggie Smalls

Diggity good heavens, it all started in the projects like the Evans
but fuck the Good Times, we packin weapons
Want the fortune and the fame kid, you know the name kid, style reign
Puttin MC's thru style change
And if you want me then you got to come get me
I'm strictly fuckin niggas up like 1-50-
1, two rum shots chased precise
Two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice
Thinkin I might beat the hurt, I'm not him
And I'ma get paid and fool like Rakim

Chorus (x2)

Verse 2: Dray, Skoob

Well here I come, word, yo this be my third release
I never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace
to the crews payin dues in the background
How my rap sound? Yo Boogie Banger bring it back now

Niggas with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out
I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out
Actin fly, jack passed me by
Mmmah - you can kiss that black ass goodbye

No lie, see I fry your crew til they sizzle
Fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle
Bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack
Backs before I put a whoopin on that ass

Ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well
Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell
Now dig it, me and my man we came wit it
We snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like Riddick
Admit it, I'm right to rough so tighten up
I'm audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what?

Chorus (x4)

To all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated to all the niggas runnin game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
To all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

*shout outs*

Intro/Chorus:
Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah I'm wit my crew like this comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? Wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh wit my crew like this
Verse One: Dray Skoob
Well yo it's 1995 this the way my crew troop
I be the Krayzie Drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop
like to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
that's why all these niggas wanna be down like Brandy
They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin
I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin
Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal
and I been drinkin St.Ives before dem commercials
I puff a el everytime I gotta write again
so I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman
Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholasis
Boy, I'll still sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist
Spot-blower especially when I'm not sober
Twisted in the head I'm seein red like October
Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper
who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin
Flavor like twice so you better rise up
Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
No ruggle, I'm bout to shove anover
blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York undercover
And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city
Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty
Comin thru'
Chorus
Verse Two: Dray, Skoob
I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy
I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like Ziggy
Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what they call me
kickity Krayzie Drayzie on the mic so what you want G?
I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin
See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin
This ain't Craig Mack but black you know the flave
I briggity break that ass up just like Super Dave
I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo
I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo
Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck?
Shit is on and my palms don't sweat
Forty days and nights get in some fights
to get this style piece and on before this water mic scored
Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie
Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin
for dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour
distortin my behaviour (Check it out)
Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys
It's the Books, style underground
Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit
and when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this
Comin thru
Chorus
(Comin thru wit my crew like this)
Comin thru, what? Blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss
(Comin thru wit my crew like this)
(Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew like this)
Uh comin thru
*conversation to end*

Intro/Hook (x2)

(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!!
(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*No I, no I ain't smilin*)

Verse 1: Dray

Yo, yo
I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up
Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit
Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit
So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
cos in a second I'ma pull a fuckin Tek-in
Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick
Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick
Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ
Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ
Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin
and if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin
or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *?in them rise?*
Fuckin with Das you wind up in hos-
-pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it
If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it
cos yo...

Hook (x2)

Verse 2: Skoob, Dray

Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumours
My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas
wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna
I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner
So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the Government
but I be snappin on MC's like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty
and a burner and I keeps the 2 ready
to hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry
Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical
Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables
And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant
See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winstons

Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a
F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein
a fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy
Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me
I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them
I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them
I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it
Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record
I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that
Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that
I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin
So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it
Uhh

Hook (x2)

Verse 3: Skoob

Abara-cadabara, return of the punk MC batterer
I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in Attica
From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat
Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat
Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest
flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been
lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style
Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles
Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha
When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda
and when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
that fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight
Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly
now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli
wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up
I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut
Bring it!

Hook (x2)

HARDCORE!!!
*repeat*

(*here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*) (x8)

(skoob)

Well it's the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas
Nervous (nervous)
Son the word is we on some rule the shit like *? kervis? * (I rule the world)
Blow, yo I get dough, la rockafella, nigga please
I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella
I swella f**k up on some other shit, rougher shit
I'ma hold it down and take a puff of this
Greenery, keep the scenery, didn't seem to be in order for thee
Flip the slaughter, f**k a quarter nigga
A second wasted is a dollar lost
Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor
So pmd, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin
Pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island

(pmd)

It's pmd up in the sector, I wreck the microphonin
I'm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin
Kid I'm zonin, it's on and I'm back up on the block


(aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, I represent the dock (dock)
Puls I knock (what? ) niggas out the box quickly
Kid I'm strictly motherf**kin business so get wit me
Yo scratch hit me so I can do my thing and blow the spot

(dray)

It's that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what I got
Check the clock if you don't know the f**kin timin
Well I'm rhymin, I'm shinin like a motherf**kin diamond
Kill the whinin cos I'm in effect like this
(yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss
The hit squad, ya shit's harder every year
It's diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah
(what? ) ya catch a bullet in ya gut
And if you try to run you catch another one to your butt
Hut one two, hut three
We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g
Uhh, what? ? ?

(*here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*)
*repeat to fade*

Well on your marks and get set
And cant forget to go
Incase you didn't know the flow if fat like joe(like joe)
Yo..you niggedy know that im back man
Your wack man/i eat a nigga like i'm pacman
I biggedy bring it/straight form the cella
For reala packin more hits than lou pinella
I swella/nigga in his eye if he tess me
You dont impress me
Ey yo books bring the rest g...
Uhh..one time for yo mind
Eh yo what up its..
The crew thats bringin ruckus no doubt
We the ruffest dream team
Reign supreme like a cutlass
Get duckets the dough
Cant touch the flow
It's me the nigga wit g'z
The b double o k-s
On top that i'll bus your caliber
When i pop shit and rock shit like metallica
Straight to the heart of them street fake niggas
Your all up in my face/wanna sell my tape niggas
So honey shake your figures and show me whatcha got
(blow the spot)das efx wit the real hip hop
Chorus
To the hiddip the hop it don't stop(don't stop)
Das efx wit the real hip hop(hip hop)
To the hiddip the hop it don't quit(don't quit)
Das efx and we came to rip shit(rip shit)
Eh okiedokie
Next nigga ta quote me
I hope he got more miracles than smokey
Wont be no discussion/strictly bumrushin
Head rushin like gotti
Your in my dangerfield like rodney
So howdy/let me introduce for my peeps
Straight from the sewer
Sayin true to the streets
Well it's me crazy drazy
Bringin up the rear
I swear/we got to hold it down here yeah
So there..let me crack a brew and kick my feet up
Turn the heat up
And smiggedy smoke all the weed up
Kids i beat up/wit my style thats the newest
My crew is/runnin more ruckus than carl lewis
It's from the sewer now ya see me on tha top
So stop and recognizt the niggas on ya block
Chorus
Yo mc's is irrelevant
And delicate to the texture
And this style of mines is well defined like webster
Aint a better nigga raw from the jaw jabber-jibber
When i get stone like sharon from sliver
Equppied ta/riggedy rip the microphone to shreds
Dread yo come and hit these niggas in the head...
Well i connect my rhymes like lego
So lego my eggo, i burn ya like waco
You need more than maaco
I take it to ya crew and keep em moving like im uhaul
Im here to school yall
Figgedy faggots like rupaul
I throw a screwball and strike out the mc
And if he temps me
I knock em out like jack dempsey
I burn some sensi and chase em wit the guiness
The illest..hit me wit the hook because i'm finished
Chorus

Raise the dead, protect your soul
Now it?s time for rock and roll

From the floor, keep it raw
Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo

Verse 1: Dray, Skoob

I heard that one man's loss, is the next man's gain
I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brain
We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why?), cos the game's for kids
It's diggity Das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs
These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave
I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave
You blow the spot, baby face it, kids can't erase it
or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, Books come lace it, what?

Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, Books to heat
em
Keepin em raw from these Brooklyn streets, where Books defeats em
Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat
Freakin a style from Brooklyn, the home of the bodybags
And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair
Low gear Benz's wit chrome wears, what we all here
So don't stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ?????
What you didn't know, this miggity might hurt

Chorus:

It's diggy Das, raw breed
Make moves at top speed
It's the niggas from the sewer
Drink brew and puff weed
Giggity get wit it
Sewer rats stay twisted
Many people tell me this style is terrific
It's diggy Das, raw breed
Make moves at top speed
It's the niggas from the sewer
Drink brew and puff weed
Giggity get wit it
Sewer rats stay twisted
Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific

Verse 2: Dray, Skoob

Yo
Well yo, in Glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust
We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss
They went from AZ to Jay-Z, Nas back to Krayzie
To Drayzie, I fuck up your knot and then I'm swayze

Word, yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare
gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air
None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute me
Pick up the vine and rock the Kufi

Well, all I heard was Versucci, coochie for the lucci
The Gucci, but I just stay raw just like some sushi
My crew be ill, time to move these mill's
And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show they skills

Yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I walk
Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught
Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene
Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team

Chorus

No doubt (no doubt), no doubt, ahh
Sewer rats in ya area (feel that)
(Worldwide) bout to make things scarier (No doubt)
(Diggy Das) Diggy Das
(Generation) Yo, yo, yo

Intro/Chorus:

If iggity-I shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If I shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If I shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If I shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind

Verse One: Dray

Well iggity-ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I'm miggity-makin all the money everytime I bust
No fuss, fully blown, Benz fully chrome
Flips celly phone, Diggy Das, once again it's on
It's Dray Boogie, no rookie, a tough cookie
Biggity-blow the spot everytime they book me
The big boys we're makin big noise
Biggity-bubblin and pushin big toys
>From the corner to the stage, front page
Riggity-rockin the age, dropped the dime, please
So give a toast to the host, East Coast
West Coast, this here's just a small dose
Jump in the square this year, we take the whole pie
No lie, the platinum and the gold eye
Keep it jumpin, got the beat thumpin, pumpin
Yiggity-yes y'all, I know one thing

Chorus

Verse Two: Skoob

Yo, yo
I pliggity-play the back like a NFL safety
I wiggity-won't let the game break me even though the game's shaky
and the player's flaky, they niggity-need someone to boss em
Set up my office now e'rybody flossin
If niggas is hot, I'm ultraviolet
If niggas is fly then I'm the pilot, friggity-frequent flier mileage
Cash flowin, over throwin, motor rollin
Play the low and keepin niggas not knowin, yo
It's like the wind beneath my wing, everything that I sing
kid, I'ma bring, so let me do my thing
Knock the bastard, smiggity-smack it out the park, right
Sewer rats, tiggity-tales from the darkside archive

Chorus

Verse Three: Dray, Skoob

Yo
You buy the stocks off some sideblocks and buy Glocks to fight cops
Buy spots, niggity-never ever ride jocks
Bubblegoose, fat Benz, fat Timbs
Fat ends, fat rings, biggity-best scams
We got a fool-proof hustle, lotta muscle
So miggity-make sure to put the money in the duffle

Yo
What's miggity-mines is yours and yours is mines
If iggity-I shine then you shine, the crew shine
You rock the Benz, son, I rock the Range
Giggity-got nuttin to lose and e'rything to gain, I'm sayin
forget the pain and the struggle, and all the trouble
Up in the jungle wit my man now we're seein double

Chorus

Verse One: Dray, Skoob

Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo)
Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo? (Das EFX)
My records spin round and round like a merry-go
Here we go, riggity-raw as I ever was
Diggy Das blow the spot, sharp as ever, cuz
Same pro (what?), never rock with the same flow
My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow
Aiyo, Boogie Bang what the deal, son? (Yo)
For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun?

Yo, when my record company fail, I'm gonna need bail (why?)
Flippin on coats like Latrell Sprewell
My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales
Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille
Like females, cats is fake, I snap and break
your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe
Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divi' it up
Not givin the one just give me ya cup
We're livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singers
Shows get wild like Jerry Springer, ice on all fingers
Frost bear, me and my girls fare
New York share politican, so

Hook:

So yo set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back, c'mon
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back

Verse Two: Dray, Skoob

Cos I'm too nice, rockin blue ice
Jet black Ferrari runnin thru lights
My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness
Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this
Look at this, straight Gz, you can tell it's dope
In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope
Smellin smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke
????, you can quote every word I wrote
My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway
The thug way, miggity-Monday to Sunday

Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots
stay hot like them chicks from Baywatch
BK, to the UK, all the way to Guatalupe
Das got chicks shakin their booty
Cats actin unrul-ey, who they?
Do they, should they, give a fuck, nah too late
Save em, ya gotcha els, roll em up, kid
Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some
Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation
Nuff respects to my EFX Generation

Hook

Verse Three: Dray, Skoob

Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit me
Sixty, peace to low down shifty
Strictly, send the world in a frenzy
My mens be, laid up in the penzy
Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again
Devils stall, play the ball, went to Heineken
Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk
The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk
My talk, slidin with the sickedness
You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick of this

Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack MC's I'm testin ya
Smack you with a chair like a wrestler
Boogie Bang, sewer rat buckwildin
Run the streets of Brooklyn, properties on an island
A pen and a pad, you know my steez when I'm weeded
Bring rhymes together like cleavage
So love it or leave it, I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feed
hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to plea
Trees are blastin out my team, blast back
Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that

Hook (x1 1/2)

Kick ass nigga, come on
Yeah, yeah hit squad, firing squad
Nine eight shit

Chorus: das efx

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
Yo, it's diggy das, m.o.p., and that nigga teflon
Lets get it on what what
Lets get it on yeah yeah

(drayz)
Another new year, I got my crew here, lets get it on
Miggity make money money! yo, son I got the bomb
See me swervan, through the urban
Black suburban, puffing urban
Wiggity wild and drinking bourbon

(lil fame)
See I'm learnin, while I'm earnin
Rapidly firin, like that shit that the ku klux be burnin
Who wanna get stuck up
Or get f**ked the f**k up?
Blucka, blucka blowe!
Bitch nigga your lucks up

(teflon)
Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out
Thug out, but rub out
Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out
Shit I set it for real when I bug out
My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out

(billy danze)
Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out
We represent the ruffhouse
Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned
At the thug house (tha'ts right)
Now your facing a one of a kind dude
Undefined dude, top of the line dude

(skoob)
Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here


All my people up in here
Its rough in here
Bullets figgity flying every f**king where
Its un f**king faitiggity tear cats out the frame
Diggity das, billy danz, teflon, and lil fame

Chorus - 2x

(teflon)
Say hello to the bad guy
Hmmhm, excuse me as i
Grab my n-u-ts no need to ask why
We blow the spot up
Hit em with the uncut raw
Could be somewhat more
Advance with the product

(billy danze)
You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore
All the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for
First family style! it's deep
You catch us on these beats
But we should never be disconnected from these streets

(skoob)
See my higgity hard times
That bring forth these higgity hard rhymes
Hard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar lines
Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, it's turn to eat again
Motivated by cats who would never see the street again

(lil fame)
See him in the next life cause thats where were gon meet again
And if it goes down then, you gon bleed again
Any ground I roam I stand on it
Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it

(drayz)
Yeah, so lets expand on it ( what )
Put my mans on it ( what )
Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it ( what )
The higgity hit squad and firing squad
We billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia

Chorus - 2x

Yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah

Chorus: (x2)

It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out.......

Verse one: dray, skoob

Aiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhyme
Diggy-das, redman bout to shine
Drop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammo
Bought my gango for the whammo, book em danno
I shine like a blue bee, who me? you be
Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee
In factually, guaranteed to keep it live
Gotta win first prize, yo boogie bang wont'cha drive

A biggity-black range rover, now move it over so I can hang em
And boom bang em, I gets paid for droppin slang
I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine
I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect)
I lay this flow then they pay me doe
Now everywhere we go it's on the radio
But yo, I'm not a show off, I come to drop the flow off
And make sure the top blow off, it's how I go off

Chorus (x2)

Verse two: redman

Aiyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar
Pack a blaka-blaka, since I was a toddler
Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna
Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana


Sick, dick about nine inch thick
I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six
First of the month I got the bundles for the wick
My hands big as a catcher's mitt when I brick
Sucker mc's who did not learn
If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm
The dark ranger, call me don punanna
So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas
You can tell, I don't give a f**k
Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the a-richter
F**k you and the ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on

Chorus (x2)

Verse three: dray, skoob

I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way
Tryin to get away with murder like oj
Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash
You come around here you get mashed
Like potatoes, because I hate those, oh lord yes
Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed
What's this? tapped ya on the left breast
I guess I need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes

Yeah, yo, yo
I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin
Roastin in the corner just postin
Up, drinkin liquor out the cup
That's when I struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut
But, she look scandalous, maybe from los angeles
I knew that I could handle this no matter what the challenge is
Miss, what's your name and your game?
If you let me in your brain then i'ma knock it out the frame

Chorus (x2)