Intro:
*Alright* (x16)
No doubt
Aha, see what you want baby?
Check it out! One-two for my peeps like this, check it out
Verse 1: s*****
To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah)
'cause mad n****'s throats gettin slit
by the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk b****, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)
It's the...now I'm the maniac with the flow (what?) ????
til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (n****)
Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say I got too much posse like Flavor Flav
Books in reverse, the worst n**** out the clique (what?)
Ci-lo Satan when I hit you with the triple 6
Your s*** be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives
s***tin on MC's like I just took a laxative
Now n***** know I gives a f*** about'cha crew
You try to keep up but got stuck like the two
between nevers and Atlantis, I kicks a frantic
and g****** it, watch me and my man rock the planet
like this, boy!
Hook:
*Alright* (x8)
Verse 2: Dray
Well uhh, one-two, comin through next
n**** Krazy Drayzie representin Das EFX
Stompin wit my crew comin through your projects
Bring ya from the east so f*** the peace so if you spot us
you do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (BAA!!)
You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), n**** please (uhh)
Squeeze these 'cause we're gettin paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin up your f***** spot (no doubt)
'cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
Now everybody be the nicest but Jesus Christ this
it's a crisis, I kill em dead with my devices
My advice is you better learn a trade
Before you kick a rhyme and end up f***** gettin sprayed
I keep you open like you're f***** sessin me
You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
'cause justa me, the K-to-are-A-Z-why
Use to rock Fila, bettin like I'm Eli
With Houston your style in need of boostin
Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know it's only right
I gots ta hold it down so all my n***** hold tight (hold tight n****)
Chorus (x14)
Verse 3: Dray, s*****
To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick
My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic
The s*** the man kick'll make ya f***** a** sick
I bring you from the pit and never quit 'cause it's the Krazy
Poppin all this s*** 'cause his rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it
I make it by the bucket so f*** it, I stock it
It's just for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe
I'm comin with my Timbs in ya face (m***********)
Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the Krazy Drayzie, n**** check the way I wreck
f***** flow to final, m********* the t**le
My n**** DJ Dice is on the vinyl (m***********)
That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my n**** come again
The Books in reverse kicks a verse
I'm takin it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I pursuit
to stomp an MC like grapes and then scrape em with the boot
I bring swing to the ring like Luke Doover
Diggity-got land like a cruiser, Pop Duke he rip a cougar
For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw caves in
Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians
Me get done? Never son, I hold it down for 7-1-A
where n***** f*** around and where n***** lay
Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like Tim Hardaway
Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in RCA
Aw s***, I got you buggin, flippin that s*** that you lovin
plus I got another back in the oven
Some heard the style and then construction on it
but they just touching on it, b**** a** n***** ain't got nuttin for it
c'mon, broke my blocks or I'll blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed n**** on Fox
(So how we do?) No shorts from n***** or they f***** girl and (what you
got?)
more styles than the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight
'cause e'rything gon' be aight! (No doubt)
Chorus to fade
*Alright* (x16)
No doubt
Aha, see what you want baby?
Check it out! One-two for my peeps like this, check it out
Verse 1: s*****
To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah)
'cause mad n****'s throats gettin slit
by the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk b****, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)
It's the...now I'm the maniac with the flow (what?) ????
til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (n****)
Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say I got too much posse like Flavor Flav
Books in reverse, the worst n**** out the clique (what?)
Ci-lo Satan when I hit you with the triple 6
Your s*** be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives
s***tin on MC's like I just took a laxative
Now n***** know I gives a f*** about'cha crew
You try to keep up but got stuck like the two
between nevers and Atlantis, I kicks a frantic
and g****** it, watch me and my man rock the planet
like this, boy!
Hook:
*Alright* (x8)
Verse 2: Dray
Well uhh, one-two, comin through next
n**** Krazy Drayzie representin Das EFX
Stompin wit my crew comin through your projects
Bring ya from the east so f*** the peace so if you spot us
you do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (BAA!!)
You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), n**** please (uhh)
Squeeze these 'cause we're gettin paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin up your f***** spot (no doubt)
'cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
Now everybody be the nicest but Jesus Christ this
it's a crisis, I kill em dead with my devices
My advice is you better learn a trade
Before you kick a rhyme and end up f***** gettin sprayed
I keep you open like you're f***** sessin me
You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
'cause justa me, the K-to-are-A-Z-why
Use to rock Fila, bettin like I'm Eli
With Houston your style in need of boostin
Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know it's only right
I gots ta hold it down so all my n***** hold tight (hold tight n****)
Chorus (x14)
Verse 3: Dray, s*****
To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick
My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic
The s*** the man kick'll make ya f***** a** sick
I bring you from the pit and never quit 'cause it's the Krazy
Poppin all this s*** 'cause his rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it
I make it by the bucket so f*** it, I stock it
It's just for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe
I'm comin with my Timbs in ya face (m***********)
Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the Krazy Drayzie, n**** check the way I wreck
f***** flow to final, m********* the t**le
My n**** DJ Dice is on the vinyl (m***********)
That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my n**** come again
The Books in reverse kicks a verse
I'm takin it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I pursuit
to stomp an MC like grapes and then scrape em with the boot
I bring swing to the ring like Luke Doover
Diggity-got land like a cruiser, Pop Duke he rip a cougar
For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw caves in
Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians
Me get done? Never son, I hold it down for 7-1-A
where n***** f*** around and where n***** lay
Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like Tim Hardaway
Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in RCA
Aw s***, I got you buggin, flippin that s*** that you lovin
plus I got another back in the oven
Some heard the style and then construction on it
but they just touching on it, b**** a** n***** ain't got nuttin for it
c'mon, broke my blocks or I'll blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed n**** on Fox
(So how we do?) No shorts from n***** or they f***** girl and (what you
got?)
more styles than the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight
'cause e'rything gon' be aight! (No doubt)
Chorus to fade