Verse One: Dray, Skoob
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Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo)
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Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo? (Das EFX)
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My records spin round and round like a merry-go
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Here we go, riggity-raw as I ever was
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Diggy Das blow the spot, sharp as ever, cuz
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Same pro (what?), never rock with the same flow
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My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow
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Aiyo, Boogie Bang what the deal, son? (Yo)
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For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun?
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Yo, when my record company fail, I'm gonna need bail (why?)
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Flippin on coats like Latrell Sprewell
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My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales
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Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille
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Like females, cats is fake, I snap and break
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your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe
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Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divi' it up
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Not givin the one just give me ya cup
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We're livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singers
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Shows get wild like Jerry Springer, ice on all fingers
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Frost bear, me and my girls fare
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New York share politican, so
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Hook:
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So yo set it off, get it off, let it off
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Set it off, get it off, let it off
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Set it off, get it off, let it off
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(Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back, c'mon
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Set it off, get it off, let it off
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Set it off, get it off, let it off
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Set it off, get it off, let it off
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(Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back
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Verse Two: Dray, Skoob
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Cos I'm too nice, rockin blue ice
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Jet black Ferrari runnin thru lights
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My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness
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Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this
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Look at this, straight Gz, you can tell it's dope
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In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope
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Smellin smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke
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????, you can quote every word I wrote
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My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway
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The thug way, miggity-Monday to Sunday
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Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots
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stay hot like them chicks from Baywatch
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BK, to the UK, all the way to Guatalupe
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Das got chicks shakin their booty
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Cats actin unrul-ey, who they?
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Do they, should they, give a fuck, nah too late
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Save em, ya gotcha els, roll em up, kid
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Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some
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Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation
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Nuff respects to my EFX Generation
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Hook
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Verse Three: Dray, Skoob
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Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit me
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Sixty, peace to low down shifty
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Strictly, send the world in a frenzy
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My mens be, laid up in the penzy
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Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again
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Devils stall, play the ball, went to Heineken
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Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk
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The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk
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My talk, slidin with the sickedness
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You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick of this
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Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack MC's I'm testin ya
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Smack you with a chair like a wrestler
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Boogie Bang, sewer rat buckwildin
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Run the streets of Brooklyn, properties on an island
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A pen and a pad, you know my steez when I'm weeded
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Bring rhymes together like cleavage
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So love it or leave it, I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feed
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hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to plea
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Trees are blastin out my team, blast back
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Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that
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Hook (x1 1/2)
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Set it Off
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Das EFX |