No Diggety歌词
歌手：Das EFX 专辑：Hold It Down
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
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
