Das Efx - Comin Thru' Lyrics
Intro/chorus:Comin thru wit my crew like thisAah, Im wit my crew like this, comin thruComin thru wit my crew like thisUhh, wit my crew like thisComin thru wit my crew like thisBoy what? wit my crew like thisComin thru wit my crew like thisUhh, wit my crew like thisVerse one: dray, skoobWell yo, its 1995 this the way my crew troopI be the krayzie drayzie come to putcha on the scoopLike, to be a rapper nowadays is real handyThats why all these niggas wanna be down like brandyThey huffin n puffin but still aint sayin nuffinI see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffinUh, without rehearsal my style is universalAnd I been drinkin st.ives before dem commercialsI puff a el everytime I gotta write againSo I can climb the *****in charts like spidermanYo yo, I be the books but dont confuse me with scholasisBoy, Ill still sink your head like I was st.john the baptistSpot-blower especially when Im not soberTwisted in the head Im seein red like octoberYo, the jibber-jabber, aint a livin rapper deeperWho get looser than the leaves up in my *****in ? ? ? ?Flavor like twice so you better rise upRead the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys upNo ruggle, Im bout to shove anoverBlunt, where I two-talk, its new york undercoverAnd I dont have pity, more raps than rap cityGot styles out the ass so call my raps shittyComin thruChorusVerse two: dray, skoobIm bringin it back wit my niggy, its goin down no diggyI riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggyMarley, dont own a harley, youre what they call meKickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g?Im rantin and ravin, still misbehavinSee I be causin trouble even since I started shavinThis aint craig mack but black you know the flaveI briggity break that ass up just like super daveIm kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo booI put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo dooGiggity guess who next up on deck for wreck?Shit is on and my palms dont sweatForty days and nights get in some fightsTo get this style piece and on before this water mic scoredDat ass tried to slip a fast one by meClaimin to represent the murderers like johnnieCochran, but aint no stoppin when Im diggity droppinFor dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rottenJuvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavourDistortin my behaviour (check it out)Tootz, Im in it for the panties, ***** the grammysIts the books, style undergroundLounge with the tootz on some ol major look-type shitAnd when I come thru Im wit my crew like thisComin thruChorus(comin thru wit my crew like this)Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss(comin thru wit my crew like this)(yeah yeah, Im wit my crew like this)Uh comin thru*conversation to end*
