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Intro： |
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*alright* (x16) |
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No doubt |
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Aha, see what you want baby? |
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Check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out |
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Verse 1: skoob |
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To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah) |
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Cos mad *******'s throats gettin slit |
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By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister |
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You punk ************, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah) |
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It's the...now i'm the maniac with the flow (what?) ???? |
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Til i knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (*******) |
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Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha) |
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Some say i got too much posse like flavor flav |
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Books in reverse, the worst ******* out the clique (what?) |
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Ci-lo satan when i hit you with the triple 6 |
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Your ************t be stressin it's lessin, i'm flexin with the adjectives |
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************ttin on mc's like i just took a laxative |
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Now *******s know i gives a ******* about'cha crew |
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You try to keep up but got stuck like the two |
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Between nevers and atlantis, i kicks a frantic |
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And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet |
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Like this, boy! |
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Hook: |
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*alright* (x8) |
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Verse 2: dray |
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Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next |
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******* krazy drayzie representin das efx |
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Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects |
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Bring ya from the east so ******* the peace so if you spot us |
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You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!) |
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You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), ******* please (uhh) |
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Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up) |
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We're blowin up your ******* spot (no doubt) |
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Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not |
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Now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this |
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It's a crisis, i kill em dead with my devices |
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My advice is you better learn a trade |
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Before you kick a rhyme and end up ******* gettin sprayed |
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I keep you open like you're ******* sessin me |
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You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me |
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Cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y |
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Use to rock fila, bettin like i'm eli |
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With houston your style in need of boostin |
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Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin |
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I put my dues in so you know it's only right |
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I gots ta hold it down so all my *******s hold tight (hold tight *******) |
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Chorus (x14) |
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Verse 3: dray, skoob |
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To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick |
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My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic |
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The ************t the man kick'll make ya ******* ass sick |
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I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy |
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Poppin all this ************t cos his rhymers don't amaze me |
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It pays me to rock it so why not i stop it |
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I make it by the bucket so ******* it, i stock it |
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It's just for safe keepin so when i'm sleepin i sleep safe |
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I'm comin with my timbs in ya face (mother******) |
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Back in the place i'm gettin stupid in ya sector |
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I be the krazy drayzie, ******* check the way i wreck |
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******* flow to final, mother******* the title |
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My ******* dj dice is on the vinyl (mother******) |
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That's my recital, kid i flipped it til the end |
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I bring it from the sewer , here my ******* come again |
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The books in reverse kicks a verse |
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I'm takin it to ya face, i'm iggity on the case i persuit |
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To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot |
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I bring swing to the ring like luke doover |
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Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar |
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For pages, i kick it raw til my jaw caves in |
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Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians |
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Me get done? never son, i hold it down for 7-1-a |
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Where *******s ******* around and where *******s lay |
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Ain't nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway |
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Fouls like the proudest so i'm labbin in rca |
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Aw ************t, i got you buggin, flippin that ************t that you lovin |
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Plus i got another back in the oven |
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Some heard the style and then construction on it |
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But they just touching on it, ************ ass *******s ain't got nuttin for it |
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C'mon, broke my blocks or i'll blow ya spot |
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I rock like that bald-headed ******* on fox |
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(so how we do?) no shorts from *******s or they ******* girl and (what you |
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Got?) |
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More styles than the last got served (no doubt) |
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So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight |
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Cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt) |
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Chorus to fade |