Comin' Thru Lyrics
| Song | Comin' Thru |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Hold It Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hines, Spivey, Weston | |
| Intro/chorus： | |
| Comin thru' wit my crew like this | |
| Aah, i'm wit my crew like this, comin thru | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Uhh, wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Boy what? wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Uhh, wit my crew like this | |
| Verse one: dray, skoob | |
| Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop | |
| I be the krayzie drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop | |
| Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy | |
| That's why all these ******s wanna be down like brandy | |
| They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin | |
| I see dem bluffin, they full of ******t like stuffin | |
| Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal | |
| And i been drinkin st.ives before dem commercials | |
| I puff a el everytime i gotta write again | |
| So i can climb the ****** charts like spiderman | |
| Yo yo, i be the books but don't confuse me with scholasis | |
| Boy, i'll still sink your head like i was st.john the baptist | |
| Spot-blower especially when i'm not sober | |
| Twisted in the head i'm seein red like october | |
| Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper | |
| Who get looser than the leaves up in my ****** ???? | |
| Flavor like twice so you better rise up | |
| Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up | |
| No ruggle, i'm bout to shove anover | |
| Blunt, where i two-talk, it's new york undercover | |
| And i don't have pity, more raps than rap city | |
| Got styles out the ass so call my raps ******tty | |
| Comin thru' | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: dray, skoob | |
| I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy | |
| I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy | |
| Marley, don't own a harley, you're what they call me | |
| Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g? | |
| I'm rantin and ravin, still mi******ehavin | |
| See i be causin trouble even since i started shavin | |
| This ain't craig mack but black you know the flave | |
| I briggity break that ass up just like super dave | |
| I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo | |
| I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo | |
| Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck? | |
| ******t is on and my palms don't sweat | |
| Forty days and nights get in some fights | |
| To get this style piece and on before this water mic scored | |
| Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me | |
| Claimin to represent the murderers like johnnie | |
| Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when i'm diggity droppin | |
| For dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten | |
| Juvenile delinquents cos i still stink wit ghetto flavour | |
| Distortin my behaviour (check it out) | |
| Tootz, i'm in it for the panties, ****** the grammys | |
| It's the books, style underground | |
| Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type ******t | |
| And when i come thru i'm wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru | |
| Chorus | |
| (comin thru wit my crew like this) | |
| Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss | |
| (comin thru wit my crew like this) | |
| (yeah yeah, i'm wit my crew like this) | |
| Uh comin thru | |
| *conversation to end* |
| zuo ci : Hines, Spivey, Weston | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Comin thru' wit my crew like this | |
| Aah, i' m wit my crew like this, comin thru | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Uhh, wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Boy what? wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Uhh, wit my crew like this | |
| Verse one: dray, skoob | |
| Well yo, it' s 1995 this the way my crew troop | |
| I be the krayzie drayzie come to put' cha on the scoop | |
| Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy | |
| That' s why all these s wanna be down like brandy | |
| They huffin ' n' puffin but still ain' t sayin nuffin | |
| I see dem bluffin, they full of t like stuffin | |
| Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal | |
| And i been drinkin st. ives before dem commercials | |
| I puff a el everytime i gotta write again | |
| So i can climb the charts like spiderman | |
| Yo yo, i be the books but don' t confuse me with scholasis | |
| Boy, i' ll still sink your head like i was st. john the baptist | |
| Spotblower especially when i' m not sober | |
| Twisted in the head i' m seein red like october | |
| Yo, the jibberjabber, ain' t a livin rapper deeper | |
| Who get looser than the leaves up in my ???? | |
| Flavor like twice so you better rise up | |
| Read the offthewall styles like ya game of flys up | |
| No ruggle, i' m bout to shove anover | |
| Blunt, where i twotalk, it' s new york undercover | |
| And i don' t have pity, more raps than rap city | |
| Got styles out the ass so call my raps tty | |
| Comin thru' | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: dray, skoob | |
| I' m bringin it back wit my niggy, it' s goin down no diggy | |
| I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy | |
| Marley, don' t own a harley, you' re what they call me | |
| Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g? | |
| I' m rantin and ravin, still mi ehavin | |
| See i be causin trouble even since i started shavin | |
| This ain' t craig mack but black you know the flave | |
| I briggity break that ass up just like super dave | |
| I' m kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo | |
| I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo | |
| Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck? | |
| t is on and my palms don' t sweat | |
| Forty days and nights get in some fights | |
| To get this style piece and on before this water mic scored | |
| Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me | |
| Claimin to represent the murderers like johnnie | |
| Cochran, but ain' t no stoppin when i' m diggity droppin | |
| For dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten | |
| Juvenile delinquents cos i still stink wit ghetto flavour | |
| Distortin my behaviour check it out | |
| Tootz, i' m in it for the panties, the grammys | |
| It' s the books, style underground | |
| Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major looktype t | |
| And when i come thru i' m wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru | |
| Chorus | |
| comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss | |
| comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| yeah yeah, i' m wit my crew like this | |
| Uh comin thru | |
| conversation to end |
| zuò cí : Hines, Spivey, Weston | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Comin thru' wit my crew like this | |
| Aah, i' m wit my crew like this, comin thru | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Uhh, wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Boy what? wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Uhh, wit my crew like this | |
| Verse one: dray, skoob | |
| Well yo, it' s 1995 this the way my crew troop | |
| I be the krayzie drayzie come to put' cha on the scoop | |
| Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy | |
| That' s why all these s wanna be down like brandy | |
| They huffin ' n' puffin but still ain' t sayin nuffin | |
| I see dem bluffin, they full of t like stuffin | |
| Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal | |
| And i been drinkin st. ives before dem commercials | |
| I puff a el everytime i gotta write again | |
| So i can climb the charts like spiderman | |
| Yo yo, i be the books but don' t confuse me with scholasis | |
| Boy, i' ll still sink your head like i was st. john the baptist | |
| Spotblower especially when i' m not sober | |
| Twisted in the head i' m seein red like october | |
| Yo, the jibberjabber, ain' t a livin rapper deeper | |
| Who get looser than the leaves up in my ???? | |
| Flavor like twice so you better rise up | |
| Read the offthewall styles like ya game of flys up | |
| No ruggle, i' m bout to shove anover | |
| Blunt, where i twotalk, it' s new york undercover | |
| And i don' t have pity, more raps than rap city | |
| Got styles out the ass so call my raps tty | |
| Comin thru' | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: dray, skoob | |
| I' m bringin it back wit my niggy, it' s goin down no diggy | |
| I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy | |
| Marley, don' t own a harley, you' re what they call me | |
| Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g? | |
| I' m rantin and ravin, still mi ehavin | |
| See i be causin trouble even since i started shavin | |
| This ain' t craig mack but black you know the flave | |
| I briggity break that ass up just like super dave | |
| I' m kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo | |
| I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo | |
| Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck? | |
| t is on and my palms don' t sweat | |
| Forty days and nights get in some fights | |
| To get this style piece and on before this water mic scored | |
| Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me | |
| Claimin to represent the murderers like johnnie | |
| Cochran, but ain' t no stoppin when i' m diggity droppin | |
| For dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten | |
| Juvenile delinquents cos i still stink wit ghetto flavour | |
| Distortin my behaviour check it out | |
| Tootz, i' m in it for the panties, the grammys | |
| It' s the books, style underground | |
| Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major looktype t | |
| And when i come thru i' m wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru | |
| Chorus | |
| comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss | |
| comin thru wit my crew like this | |
| yeah yeah, i' m wit my crew like this | |
| Uh comin thru | |
| conversation to end |
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