Das Efx lyrics

Das Efx lyrics

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Plateau lyrics
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when
Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzuks, Here I go, so
Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo
I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great
I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate
It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips
I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips
Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm
Throw boulders from Bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man
So check it
I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks
I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks
I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana
Banana split
{HACK-THO} Spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Swooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one
I biggedy-
Nadu Nadudu lyrics
Nadu Nadudu, Nadu Nadudu... Sleep now, my darling, sleep. Sleep now on my breast. This is what you are dreaming: "Hold me, nurse me and love me That I may grow strong and be a great man. Then, like my fathers, Go to the streams for fishing. To Hanmas, to catch the spring salmon. I will fish at the Echo Cliff And find gifts for the Thunder Woman." Sleep now, my
bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage I shake 'em up and down like the Down Jones Average I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings Do a spin like the mag and I slide like Peggy Fleming Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals I Hawiian punched the Captain and now I'm maxing with Tenille I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun I'm freaking the track from B
Tapanacara lyrics
Urucubaca, mandinga Ataca, mexe e me xinga, Esquenta e racha a moringa At? que o leite azedou Bochecha inchada na ra?a Ara?? quento e cacha?a, O berimbau tem caba?a, E um som que ? deep in my soul Randolph Scott que era um cowboy retado Tipo touro sentado Mugiu e levantou O tapa na cara Que levei de Odara Odara menina Que era filha de Nara Que era neta, Prima-don
ooklyn, yo, 'cause Brooklyn's where I'm from Tiggedy-time to get buck wild Call me Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff styles Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager I friggedy-freaked the funka The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch Bunker Give me the mike and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester Microphone checka, one two checka I tiggedy take no shorts, I'm not the fella I can even act: Stella, Stella Yo Stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybe No Static, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, Bebe So higgedy-hey hey hey not Dwayne but I got props I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots So when I friggedy
Je Ne M'en Souviens Pas lyrics
WE'RE ALL A SCENE IN MONA'S DREAM... A PARIS STREET. A QUIET STREAM. FAR AWAY FROM CABRINI GREEN. FORGOTTEN LOVE AT SEVENTEEN, WHERE HER CHILDREN GOT A CHANCE, NOT A DEAD END STREET. CAUSE SOME GOT RELIGION, AND SOME GOT DRUGS, SOME GOT MONEY AND, SOME GOT LOVE, ALL OF HER DAYS IN A DRY-EYED HAZE, JUST ANOTHER SCENE IN MONA'S DREAM
freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaka I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip Bustin heads with Erik Sherman and my man Parish Smith Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps So wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O