Das Efx - Baknaffek Lyrics
(people people people peoplePeople people people people)Verse 1: dray, skoobShippity bop, well hot diggity, wheres the iggity? the bum siggityNiggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickityIm comin with the books so kid, it looks like its a winnerYa better getcha plate because Im servin raps for dinnerSee I freak it from the sewer plus Im quick to do ya posseIm swoopin on the note just like I was a kamikazeSee they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfySo now I gotta hit me hard and bogart like humphreyYa hypocrite, Im rippin it because Im flyerYa phony, full of bologne like oscar meyerSee I attack a pack of rappers just for practiceI bust my tactics, Im sharper than a f----- axe-iss(set it off!) one two (set it off!)Yeah its the books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my boroughIm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from medini-bopTakin lessons, swayin niggas on graffittiRockin other slang ranger, bring a banger ? ? ? ? occasionMy nerves is achin, see Im sick of niggas perpetratinBut cant see this, Im screamin on they records like beavisOr butthead, I bust heads like amyFisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accidentAnd if Im in your town you might meet me at the radissonOr splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterinIt aint nuttin new, thats how we do, my crew is back againChorus:Bak n affek, hows that?(people people people people)*repeat x3*Verse 2: dray, skoobWell here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to biteA bigger nigga with my left and then I flick em with my rightIm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed aNigga on the microphone cos I can roll a sisterWord is bond, Im on some nuke ----, new ---- like thisGrab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like chrisCringle, lost my jingle, dont it make ya shiverGive a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliverAah microphone check, what the heck?I do that then because I used to catch a wreckWit it, thats the time I hot talk, spit itFor christs sake Im in to hit the brakes and youre skiddinYou ---- in, messiah did it, but yall can keep thatCos now Im on some other type of flow and best believe thatAnd all that, small cat, my format - derangedHoney Im back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk!So if youre drunk, I freak the funk until youre soberBut still be gettin chills when niggas know that winters overKickin the flam yo its the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlockMy style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstopGood lord o mercy, hit reversy if you missed itAnd busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby Im twistedKid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a *? smith? *Bust up your lips then puff up a spliffSo yo, who be dat? dat wanna do me like this to get*****y trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like datChorusBust a flavorWord up uh, yeah, uh, yeahCheck it out
