Brooklyn to T-Neck

Intro/Chorus: (x4)

"The kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck" "why'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 'cause 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, 'cause

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