Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Krazy wit da Books, artist - Das EFX. Album song Straight Up Sewaside, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.10.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Krazy wit da Books |
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books |
Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all |
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books |
Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all |
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books |
Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all |
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books |
(Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow) |
Verse 1: Dray, Skoob |
Well comin to school ya it’s the hooligan, I’m in the mood again so watch |
me do this |
I’m out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus |
The super dooper trooper, oops I’m no beginner |
So watch me get loose and run like Bill Skinner |
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 |
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 |
Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? |
Sorry to keep you waitin |
It’s like nuttin when I’m throwin somethin rougher than menstruation |
Crabs, I’m followed by a camp like John Cougar |
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split’cha |
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter |
I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River |
Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ??? |
Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see |
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 |
Boy, I’m slipper than soap-on-a-rope |
I’m madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote… |
Verse 2: Dray, Books |
Well once again it’s the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya face it Terrorisin MC’s as if my name was Jason |
I crash 'n'clash em, monster mash em til they suckle |
I’m quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll |
I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts |
The that I bringin got’cha swingin on my nuts |
I’m not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle |
Drop the type of that make ya flip and get’cha swivacle |
I’m nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet |
My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like |
fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step |
I’m back from hibernation and I’m ween to keep a rep |
Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I’m flyer than a cockpit |
Hah I rocks and knock niggas out the blocks wit |
Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx |
I’m slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next |
like BOOYAA, no ya not true, don’t mean illusion |
Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future |
Plus I’m cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly |
I’m aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli |
Plus I’m sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock |
My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime |
When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up |
Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy |
Chorus to fade |