Intro/Chorus: (x4)
  "The kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck" "Y'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 cos 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, cuz
  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
  I'm rippin the track to dreads or you're dead from my fists of
  fury, I biggity-be's the damn judge and jury
  I'm cliggity-clockin G's cos these chumps always bore me
  Yo baby, I drippity-drops nuff grammar
  I'm rippity-rippin shop wit my nigga Boogie Banger
  I got loot, I got knock boots to Argentina
  Ya stupid, I either wanna Benz or a beamer
  So take that, I'm piggity-puttin your pipe when I'm smokin
  Y'know kid, I ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya.....
  Chorus (x4)
  Verse Three: Skoob, Dray
  Well I'll be damned, higgity-here I am, check the slang, hops
  I biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to Bangkok
  You're Bedrock, now piggity-pass the blunt, sonny
  and let me piggity-pucker up and grab my nuts like Al Bundy
  I glassed em, I grits em, I shiggity-shoots my jizzum
  I giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom
  Believe dat, I'm criggity-crackin skulls when I'm rowdy
  I biggity-bang boots and hang loose like Jim Growlski
  I miggity-makes em rock like Mr.Gillespie makes em dizzy
  I piggity-pass the mic now, yo Krayzie get busy
  Shit's thick, I'm quick to stick a chick wit my dick like a sniper
  Type o, fella that's hyper
  active, captive, plus I'm attractive
  Horse for the course, suck my drawers then I'm back, kid
  Styley, rowdy, then yo I'm audi
  5 wit my loot, got more troops than in Saudi
  Arabia, maybe I, marry me an actress
  Find her, phone her, bone her on the mattress
  Tasket, tisket, Polly wanna biscuit
  Figgity-fuck the cracker, I'm the rapper that rip it, cos yo.......
  Chorus to fade