Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what?? Yeah what?
Intro/Chorus:
Got ta hold it down Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock *repeat x3*
Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
I be the man droppin the slang on your premises We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're Genesis Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?
Yiggity yeah The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?" Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?) "Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis" but fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject
Chorus
Verse 2: Skoob, Dray
*?Miggity mog?* it's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this riggity mic, my target's the underground market I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera The miggity mad dred night predator Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!" Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan
Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs my biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass the cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last I took a breather now we snipin off the roof We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it
Chorus
Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
But a'time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches we never changing faces like them two singin bitches So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana
I briggity break the dame, we roll the game In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed but the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer the drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a the dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta....
Chorus (x2)
Outro: Dray
Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop (Got ta hold it down) Hold it down, keep it on lock Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop Hold it down, keep it on lock The young and the restless, word we don't stop Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad) Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop