Das Efx lyrics
Das Efx lyrics
"Mic Checka lyrics"
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
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 BTapanacara 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-donooklyn, 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 friggedyJe 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 DREAMfreaks 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