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作词 : Hines, Martin, Weston |
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Intro/chorus： |
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No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind? |
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No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime? |
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No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind? |
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No diggedy - das efx we rip it e'rytime |
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*repeat* |
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Verse 1: dray, books |
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Yo yo |
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Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha |
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Check the rapture that i miggity manufacture |
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Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again |
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Gotta switch again because we back up in this ****** again (no doubt) |
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We roll like michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree |
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Flowin steadily, yo boogie banger rizzy ready g? |
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I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock wally tails |
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Jiggity joined by the ***** in case all else fails |
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Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and i tell ya one thing |
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Diggity das efx we run things, hunting |
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Down hardcore clowns and love singers |
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And i got more styles than brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!) |
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Police oppress me, mc's wanna stiggity stress me |
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Tickity talkin more trash than a hefty |
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Heaven-to-betsy when dray spark the sess, we left |
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You ****** mc's marked for death |
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Chorus |
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Verse 2: dray, books |
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I line up rappers then i drop em like they're dominos (no diggedy!) |
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And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (no diggedy!) |
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We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh |
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Phiggity-phone and then it's on because i'm just the type-uh |
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And ain't no diggedy, i flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me |
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Ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me |
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Big up to pmd, forever gettin blunted |
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Flooded in the triple black benz 500 |
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I riggity rap like saram from here to pakistan |
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Me and my man came to kick styles out the can |
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Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill |
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******p all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill |
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So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat |
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I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black |
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Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke |
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B-k-l-y-n we no joke! |
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Chorus |
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Verse 3: dray, books |
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Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys |
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The 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's |
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Diggy das efx you know the text we never slackin |
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We back and fliggity flex a *****, check the rappin |
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*****s be actin shady!!!! |
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So i got eyes behind my back and i biggity black the 80 |
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Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton |
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Beg your pardon but mc's is a pain like ???? |
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Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down |
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My sound is strictly hardcore underground |
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Chorus x1 1/2 |