Das Efx - Mic Checka Lyrics
Riggidy-raow, ziggidy gadzuks, here I go, soFliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yoI biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber greatI miggedy-make the wonder twins deactivateIts crazy, Im biggedy-breakin backs and bustin lipsI friggedy-freaked gladys knight and those freakin pipsShrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like bamm-bammThrow boulders from bedrock youll get dropped, I slam manSo check itI riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucksI giddedy-got the big ducks like daddy warbucksI riggedy-rocked the coca-cabanaBanana split{hack-tho} spit, so sitI friggedy-freak it from here to bangladeshI riggedy-rippin flesh plus I get fresh like thisSwish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, youll get it doneSwooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no oneI biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, Im savageI shake em up and down like the down jones averageIm *****y, like rocky, I biggedy-bangs the bestSo tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, cause here comes das efxA-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flowMy saturday nights are live-er than joe piscopoSo yo, siggedy-save the bait for charlie tunaSee I be the boogie banger, like esiasons the boomerIm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the mottsJewels plus dreads, so toots, call me goldilocksI ciggedy-catch the scoop from peter jenningsDo a spin like the mag and I slide like peggy flemingOr a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke em up until he squealsI hawiian punched the captain and now Im maxing with tenilleI piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gunIm freaking the track from brooklyn, yo, cause brooklyns where Im fromTiggedy-time to get buck wildCall me butterfingers, cause I dippedy-drop nuff stylesIggedy eeny meeny miney moeShiggedy-bop, bap Ill snatch a rapper by his toeI riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavorI fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pagerI friggedy-freaked the funkaThe rough nestle cruncher, word to arch bunkerGive me the mike and Ill liggedy-light it up like uncle festerMicrophone checka, one two checkaI tiggedy take no shorts, Im not the fellaI can even act: stella, stellaYo stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybeNo static, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, bebeSo higgedy-hey hey hey not dwayne but I got propsI biggedy-bust rhymes like slick rick busts shotsSo when I friggedy-freaks the funk, Ill be the ill funk freakaI stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named bonitaSo riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flipBustin heads with erik sherman and my man parish smithKiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingleI diggedy-dont bruise but snooze like rip van winkleSo twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little starI sliggedy-slam dunk like kareem abdul-jabbarNumbskull, I piggedy-pump up like reebok pumpsI friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumpsSo wiggedy-wheres the beef, um chiefHe figgedy-fits the mold like the gold thats on his teethI rocks em, I socks em, I drops em, ah-chooSo riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut twoI diggedy dot my is, and cross my tiggedy-ts, broI swiggedy-swing more action than hawaii five-o
