| Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
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| Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all
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| Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
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| Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all
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| Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
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| Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all
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| Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
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| (Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)
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| Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
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| Well comin to school ya it’s the hooligan, I’m in the mood again so watch
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| me do this
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| I’m out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus
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| The super dooper trooper, oops I’m no beginner
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| So watch me get loose and run like Bill Skinner
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| I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite |
| it when I use it See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket
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| I drop it from the East, at least I’m gettin mine in Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin
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| Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? |
| Sorry to keep you waitin
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| It’s like nuttin when I’m throwin somethin rougher than menstruation
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| Crabs, I’m followed by a camp like John Cougar
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| Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split’cha
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| I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
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| I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River
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| Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ???
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| Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see
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| It’s back to basics if you’re wacked then niggas hate we got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations
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| Boy, I’m slipper than soap-on-a-rope
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| I’m madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote…
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| Verse 2: Dray, Books
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| Well once again it’s the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya face it Terrorisin MC’s as if my name was Jason
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| I crash 'n'clash em, monster mash em til they suckle
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| I’m quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll
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| I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts
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| The that I bringin got’cha swingin on my nuts
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| I’m not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle
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| Drop the type of that make ya flip and get’cha swivacle
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| I’m nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet
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| My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like
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| fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step
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| I’m back from hibernation and I’m ween to keep a rep
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| Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I’m flyer than a cockpit
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| Hah I rocks and knock niggas out the blocks wit
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| Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx
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| I’m slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next
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| like BOOYAA, no ya not true, don’t mean illusion
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| Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future
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| Plus I’m cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly
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| I’m aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli
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| Plus I’m sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock
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| My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime
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| When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up
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| Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy
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| Chorus to fade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Krazy wit da Books , by - Das EFX. Song from the album Straight Up Sewaside, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп