If Only
Yo, I hear the floor creaking..
"As we go a little something like this, hit it!"
Verse 1: Skoob
Shiggity shaz-bots, hops, I rocks
I kiggity-kicks the drama like a farmer picks the crops
Pops, I diggity-digs more wigs than John The Baptist
They call me Mr. Rapper, so I guess I be the rappist
No practice, yo Krazy (Yiggity yes, knocker)
Don't bolo like Han Solo, come rough like Chew-bacca
So ease back, slick, or get kicked in the tush
Yep, I call ya snaggle if you're pxssy
Ey gads, I rip shop, until the roof fell in
And plus I piggity-pop your shxt like Doug Llewelyn
But umm, rarely does my crew get into beef-es
I fliggity-fits the mould like the gold that's on my teeth-es
Oh Jesus, I'm the youngest, Blitzy be the eldest
I'm hipper than the hip bone, connected to your pelvis
So hickory-dickory dot, diggity-don't you wish
"If only it sounded like this..like this.."
Verse 2: Dray
Shibbity-bop, shibbity-boo, check out the way I drops the scoop
I'm kniggity-knockin fronts out, daily, troop
I friggity-fry the funk that's why they call me Krazy Drayzie
I giggity-gots more props than that kid named Beetle Bailey
The boogity-woogity Brooklyn boy, he's cool like Grizzly ruin
I swingity-swing more shxt than Tarzan be doin
I heard that shxt was thick that's why I spick like I was span
Then I umm, flick my bic and take a dip like Aqua-man
So, umm, figgity-fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell blunts
I gibbity-got lines like Evel Knievel got bxtch stunts
Ya dunce, I'm diggity-down with The Hit Squad, aiight
I figgity-fly more heads than Benjamin flew kites
So I, spiggity-spark the spliff and give me a lift so I can rock
I got more skills than John Han- got ****
So hickory-dickory dot, diggity-don't you wish
"If only it sounded like this...like this..."
Verse 3: Skoob
And away we go, priggity-praise the Lord, Our Father
I kiggity-caught The Love Boat at Puerto Vallarta
I'm finnicky like the cap' but shoots more funk than Funkadelic
It's diggity-Das EFX umm, chump, can you smell it?
Yippity-yapper doozy, watch me ease on down the road, hun
So come on, baby, and do the loco-motion
Umm, so now what the fxck?
Verse 4: Dray
I give 'em a sugar smack then they crack like Daffy Duck
Schmuck, I'm kniggity-knarly, dude, hey swick em
I biggity-bangs the chunks cause they plumps when I cook 'em
I'm quiggity-quick-quick, thiggity-thick-thick, tiggity-tick-tack-toe
So figgity-figado, figado, fi-ga-do
I'm niggity-not the herb but look at the burb, it's gonna stunt
I figgity-funked up Sanford, and his fxckin Son
So hickory-dickory dot, diggity-don't you wish
"If only it sounded like this...like this..."