Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Doubt , by - Das EFX. Song from the album Generation EFX, in the genre R&BRelease date: 22.03.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
No Doubt |
| Kick ass nigga, come on |
| Yeah, yeah Hit Squad, Firing Squad |
| Nine eight shit |
| Chorus: Das EFX |
| No doubt, no doubt |
| Do your thing, do your thing |
| No doubt, no doubt |
| Do your thing, do your thing |
| Yo, its Diggy Das, M.O.P., and that nigga Teflon |
| Lets get it on what what |
| Lets get it on yeah yeah |
| Another new year, I got my crew here, lets get it on |
| Miggity make money money! |
| Yo, son I got the bomb |
| See me swervan, through the urban |
| Black Suburban, puffing urban |
| Wiggity wild and drinking bourbon |
| See I’m learnin, while I’m earnin |
| Rapidly firin, like that shit that the Ku Klux be burnin |
| Who wanna get stuck up |
| Or get fucked the fuck up? |
| Blucka, blucka blowe! |
| Bitch nigga your lucks up |
| Yo, Im about to pull the plug out |
| Thug out, but rub out |
| Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out |
| Shit I set it for real when I bug out |
| My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out |
| Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out |
| We represent the Ruffhouse |
| Keep one and a half, even while I’m banned |
| At the thug house (tha'ts right) |
| Now you’re facing a one of a kind dude |
| Undefined dude, top of the line dude |
| Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here |
| All my people up in here |
| Its rough in here |
| Bullets figgity flying every fucking where |
| Its un fucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame |
| Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon, and Lil Fame |
| Say hello to the bad guy |
| Hmmhm, excuse me as I |
| Grab my N-U-Ts no need to ask why |
| We blow the spot up |
| Hit em with the uncut raw |
| Could be somewhat more |
| Advance with the product |
| You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore |
| All the love for these thugs that Im willing to die for |
| First family style! |
| Its deep |
| You catch us on these beats |
| But we should never be disconnected from these streets |
| See my higgity hard times |
| That bring forth these higgity hard rhymes |
| Hard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar lines |
| Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, Its turn to eat again |
| Motivated by cats who would never see the street again |
| See him in the next life cause thats where were gon meet again |
| And if it goes down then, you gon bleed again |
| Any ground I roam I stand on it |
| Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it |
| Yeah, so lets expand on it (what) |
| Put my mans on it (what) |
| Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it (what) |
| The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad |
| We drillin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia |