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Das EFX's wildly playful, rapid-fire stuttering -- dense with rhymes and nonsense words -- was one of the most distinctive and influential lyrical styles in early-'90s hip-hop. While the duo completely rewrote the MC rule book, they themselves were increasingly pegged as a one-dimensional novelty the longer their career progressed, despite watching elements of their style creep into countless rappers' bags of tricks. Krazy Drazyz (born Andre Weston; Teaneck, NJ) and Skoob (born Willie Hines) were both raised in Brooklyn, but didn't begin performing together until they met at Virginia State University in 1988. Removed from an active music scene, the two were free to develop their most idiosyncratic tendencies; they started making up gibberish words (anything ending in "-iggity" was a favorite) that added loads of extra syllables to their lines, and wove plenty of pop-cultural references into the tongue-twisting lyrical gymnastics that resulted. Das EFX caught their big break when they performed at a talent show judged by EPMD; though they didn't win, EPMD was impressed enough to offer them a deal, and the duo became part of the Hit Squad crew of protégés.
Signing to the East West label, Das EFX began work on their debut album, commuting between Virginia and New York and mailing tapes to EPMD (then touring the country) for guidance. Upon its release in 1992, Dead Serious caused an immediate sensation, and is still considered something of a landmark in hip-hop circles. The first single, the instantly memorable signature song "They Want EFX," was a Top 40 pop hit and a Top Ten R&B hit, and helped push sales of Dead Serious past the platinum mark. Wary of being pigeonholed by repeating themselves, the duo slowed down their lyrical flow and downplayed the surrealistic side of their interplay on the follow-up album, 1993's Straight Up Sewaside, which went gold. Around the time of 1995's disappointing Hold It Down, Das EFX found themselves caught in the middle of EPMD's ugly breakup; it led to a three-year absence from recording. By the time they returned in 1998 with Generation EFX, the group was playing more to a devoted but narrower cult audience; they have remained largely silent since. Steve Huey, All Music Guide
They Want EFX
Das EFX Lyrics
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I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi or fo, diddly-bum, here I come
So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose
'Cause I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the Crazy
Drazy with the books, Googley-goo where's the gravy
So one two, um, buckle my, um shoe
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have my honeycomb
Or preferably the sinsemilla, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun, dun, dun-dun dun, dun, dun
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills
I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff
'Cause, this little piggy gets, busy and stuff
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
I caught a Snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
I got the nooks, the crannies, the nitty gritty 40 though
So all aboard, castaway, hey where's my boogaloo?
Ooh I'm steamin, agony
Why's everybody always pickin on me?
They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game
You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same
Since I'm the vocal vegemintarian, stick 'em up freeze
So no Parks sausages, mom, please
A-Blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip
Crazy Drayzie shot the sheriff yup, and I shot the gift
And that's pret-ty snea-ky sis, oh yo
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa
Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
Diggedy-dun dun, dun, dun-dun, dun, dun
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch
So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue
Ayo crazy, you got the gusto? What up? I swing that too
So nincompoop I give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
Like Rosco P. Coltrane
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker
Oh Finster Baby come to Papa Duke
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie
Tally ho I, I'll take my Stove Top instead of my Tater, so
Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep
I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh
B-I-N-G-O, oh
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hun, so uh
Dun, dun, dun, dun-dun, dun dun
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
The song "They Want EFX" by Das EFX is a classic example of the fast-paced, rapid-fire style of rap that became popular in the early '90s. The song is full of clever wordplay and internal rhymes that are delivered with a distinctive flow and rhythm.
The opening verse of the song sets the tone for the rest of the track, with Das EFX's trademark "bum stiggedy bum" sound effect leading into a series of playful rhymes and puns. The lyricist brags about his skills as a rapper, likening himself to Pinocchio and Mary Poppins in one breath, then singing the praises of marijuana in the next.
The song also features references to popular culture and other rappers of the time, including a nod to Peter Piper and a playful shot at Vanilla Ice. Despite its now-dated cultural references, "They Want EFX" remains a beloved classic among hip-hop fans who appreciate the skillful wordplay and infectious energy that Das EFX brings to the track.
Line by Line Meaning
Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon
I am here now, and you better pay attention
I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
I have the energy to make things happen
But I can fe-fi or fo, diddly-bum, here I come
I am a force to be reckoned with
So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose
I am as lively and energetic as can be
'Cause I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I am the best at what I do
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the Crazy
I made a mistake, but I am still awesome
Drazy with the books, Googley-goo where's the gravy
I am smart and successful, looking for the next big opportunity
So one two, um, buckle my, um shoe
Let's get to work
Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew
Let's have some fun
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
I am on top of my game and delivering great performances
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Let's push boundaries and make some noise
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
I am not afraid to take on the competition and win
The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig
I am from Brooklyn and I am unstoppable
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
I am in tune with my body and my abilities
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
I am coordinated and agile
My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
I am in good physical shape
My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har
I have a great sense of humor
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
I make people laugh with my witty remarks
Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have my honeycomb
I prefer the sweet things in life
Or preferably the sinsemilla, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Let's smoke some weed and chill
Dun, dun, dun-dun dun, dun, dun
I am here to stay
They want EFX, some live EFX
People love my performances and want more
Snap a neck for some live EFX
My performances are so good that they are harmful
Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills
Wow, this is crazy, let's get out of here
I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
I appreciate nature and its beauty
So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff
Don't mess with me or I will destroy you
'Cause, this little piggy gets, busy and stuff
I am not small or weak, I am powerful
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
Goodbye, oh my goodness, I move fast
I caught a Snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
I am bold and adventurous, trying new things
I got the nooks, the crannies, the nitty gritty 40 though
I know all the ins and outs, the details of everything
So all aboard, castaway, hey where's my boogaloo?
Let's go on an adventure, but don't forget the fun stuff
Ooh I'm steamin, agony
I am fired up and ready to go
Why's everybody always pickin on me?
Why am I always the target of criticism?
They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game
They know me as Puddin' Tane, the rapper
You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same
I am confident in my answers and will say the same thing again
Since I'm the vocal vegemintarian, stick 'em up freeze
As someone who loves to talk, I need you to stop and listen
So no Parks sausages, mom, please
I don't need any distractions or interruptions
A-Blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip
I am not afraid to speak my mind and share my opinions
Crazy Drayzie shot the sheriff yup, and I shot the gift
I am not afraid to break the rules and go against authority
And that's pret-ty snea-ky sis, oh yo
I am sly and clever, aren't I?
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa
I am relaxing and enjoying my downtime
Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
Someone tried to take advantage of me and failed
Diggedy-dun dun, dun, dun-dun, dun, dun
This is my rhythm, my style
Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch
I am approaching the finish line with excitement
So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch
Let's play, have some fun
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
I am skilled and clever, and it shows
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
I am unique and powerful, and everyone knows it
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue
I am colorful and playful, like Winnie the Pooh
Ayo crazy, you got the gusto? What up? I swing that too
Do you have what it takes? I do, and more
So nincompoop I give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
I am skilled and confident, and can handle anything
Like Rosco P. Coltrane
Just like Rosco, I am fearless and tough
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
I bring my own style and flair to everything
I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker
I enjoy the simple things in life, and I go all out
Oh Finster Baby come to Papa Duke
Come here, my friend
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
Let's have some fun, make some noise
I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
My style and taste have changed over time
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie
I am worldly and cultured, and I embrace all styles
Tally ho I, I'll take my Stove Top instead of my Tater, so
Let's go for the more interesting option
Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep
I have the power and the control, and I will decide
I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh
I have a past and a story, just like everyone else
B-I-N-G-O, oh
Just like the dog's name, I am unforgettable
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hun, so uh
Let's dance and have some fun
Dun, dun, dun, dun-dun, dun dun
This is the beat, and this is the end
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: William D Hines, Andre G Weston, Charles A Bobbit, James Brown, Fred Wesley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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The fact that you are looking for music like this just shows how original and musically inclined you are!! Real Hip Hop right chea!!!
@justpoisoned1777
I always found music like this 🔥
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@richardmoffatt1492
Almost 30 years ago and it still sounds better than the shit out today
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No doubt
@kamogelomichael283
True , but if you think about it , this was like the music today in the 90s
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@Kamogelo Michael Culdn't disagree more. Who's TODAY'S Rakim? Who's TODAY'S Kurt Cobain? Who's TODAY'S Hootie & the Blowfish? Production is all done on computers. Nobody plays instruments. Any schmuck with a quality sound program can make a talentless dope into a star.