Intro/Chorus:
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Comin thru' wit my crew like this
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Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
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Comin thru wit my crew like this
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Uhh, wit my crew like this
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Comin thru wit my crew like this
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Boy what? Wit my crew like this
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Comin thru wit my crew like this
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Uhh, wit my crew like this
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Verse One: Dray, Skoob
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Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop
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I be the Krayzie Drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop
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like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
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that's why all these niggas wanna be down like Brandy
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They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin
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I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin
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Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal
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and I been drinkin St.Ives before dem commercials
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I puff a el everytime I gotta write again
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so I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman
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Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholasis
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Boy, I'll still sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist
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Spot-blower especially when I'm not sober
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Twisted in the head I'm seein red like October
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Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper
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who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin ????
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Flavor like twice so you better rise up
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Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
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No ruggle, I'm bout to shove anover
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blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York undercover
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And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city
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Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty
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Comin thru'
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Dray, Skoob
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I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy
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I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like Ziggy
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Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what they call me
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kickity Krayzie Drayzie on the mic so what you want G?
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I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin
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See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin
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This ain't Craig Mack but black you know the flave
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I briggity break that ass up just like Super Dave
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I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo
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I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo
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Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck?
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Shit is on and my palms don't sweat
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Forty days and nights get in some fights
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to get this style piece and on before this water mic scored
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Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
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Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie
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Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin
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for dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
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juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour
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distortin my behaviour (Check it out)
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Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys
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It's the Books, style underground
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Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit
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and when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this
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Comin thru
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Chorus
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(Comin thru wit my crew like this)
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Comin thru, what? Blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss
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(Comin thru wit my crew like this)
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(Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew like this)
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Uh comin thru
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*conversation to end*
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Comin Thru'
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Das EFX |