Brooklyn To T Neck Lyrics

Brooklyn To T Neck lyrics

Intro/Chorus: (x4)
"The kids from Brooklyn to T Neck"
"Y'knowI'msayin?"
"Brooklyn's prime time"
Verse One: Skoob Dray
Now
ain't this some old shit I'm bringin it round the back like
no
question
I'm swingin em with the cranes and I'm swayz like the
Jetsons
I wreck shit I biggity blast off duke I'm hectic
Just look at the
funk that I brung from the young and the restless
Don't test this I'm miggity
makin yens in Japan
Diggity-don't give a fuck cos I rap like Saran
or
antipersperant, I riggity-roll my punctures like a speed stick
I
giggity-got the pops so kniggity-knock when you need it
So freak it, I speak
it, I giggity-gots ta bring it
We're freakin a track for Jersey, yo Krazyie
spring it
Speak of the devil, figgity-fuck the dumb shit, it's
over
soldier, I riggity-roll just like a bulldozer
I'm kniggity-knockin
butts and smokin blunts that's my slogan
Check it, I wriggity-wreck more
heads than Hulk Hogan
No jokin, I be's the, um, best at how I'm speakin
I
riggity-rock a show and pack em in like Puerto Ricans
I'm phat, I
biggity-bang heads like Jerry Cooney
I'm swingin the shit from West, pump
her up to the booty
Buster, I miggity-musta stunned ya, blunder
You
blewa, I speak it, I freak it, I'm super, so do a.....
Chorus (x4)
Verse
Two: Skoob, Dray
Biggity-bang boomer, biggity-bust the lunatic rhymer
I
riggity-rings more bells than Flo from Mel's Diner
I'm giggity-gettin props
because of the rhymes that I be bustin
I'm sorry about, the condoms, sugar,
you must provide the suction, cuz
I got more greenbacks than the land of the
West got sea stacks
Simplest, I'll call you Snaggle if you puss-sy gab,
so
Look at me flippin the tongue, bringin the fun, pass the Hoover
I'm
swingity-swingin the funk, bangin her trunks in Bermuda
I dribbity-drop
rungs, smoke blunts then drop my dipper
I piggity-pass the
miggity-microphone to my nigga
Hot damn, higgity-here I am, check it
Mister
I'm rippin the track to dreads or you're dead from my fists
of
fury, I biggity-be's the damn judge and jury
I'm cliggity-clockin G's
cos these chumps always bore me
Yo baby, I drippity-drops nuff
grammar
I'm rippity-rippin shop wit my nigga Boogie Banger
I got loot, I
got knock boots to Argentina
Ya stupid, I either wanna Benz or a
beamer
So take that, I'm piggity-puttin your pipe when I'm smokin
Y'know
kid, I ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya.....
Chorus (x4)
Verse Three:
Skoob, Dray
Well I'll be damned, higgity-here I am, check the slang,
hops
I biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to Bangkok
You're
Bedrock, now piggity-pass the blunt, sonny
and let me piggity-pucker up and
grab my nuts like Al Bundy
I glassed em, I grits em, I shiggity-shoots my
jizzum
I giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom
Believe
dat, I'm criggity-crackin skulls when I'm rowdy
I biggity-bang boots and
hang loose like Jim Growlski
I miggity-makes em rock like Mr.Gillespie makes
em dizzy
I piggity-pass the mic now, yo Krayzie get busy
Shit's thick, I'm
quick to stick a chick wit my dick like a sniper
Type o, fella that's
hyper
active, captive, plus I'm attractive
Horse for the course, suck my
drawers then I'm back, kid
Styley, rowdy, then yo I'm audi
5 wit my loot,
got more troops than in Saudi
Arabia, maybe I, marry me an actress
Find
her, phone her, bone her on the mattress
Tasket, tisket, Polly wanna
biscuit
Figgity-fuck the cracker, I'm the rapper that rip it, cos
yo.......
Chorus to fade