Das Efx - Krazy Wit Da Books Lyrics
Intro/chorus:Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da booksYes yes yall, yes yall, yes yall, yes yallNow ya got the krazy, krazy wit da booksYes yes yall, yes yall, yes yall, yes yallNow ya got the krazy, krazy wit da booksYes yes yall, yes yall, yes yall, yes yallNow ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books(fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)Verse 1: dray, skoobWell comin to school ya its the hooligan, Im in the mood again so watchMe do thisIm out to do these rappers just like popeye did brutusThe super dooper trooper, oops Im no beginnerSo watch me get loose and run [shit] like bill skinnerI formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick itTheres niggas down my slack, yes Im the baddest when I wreck itSee Im nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove itYa cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use itSee Im quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop itI got mad skills like loose change in my pocketI drop it from the east, at least Im gettin mine inSome niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhyminOoh, hello there, how the hell are ya? sorry to keep you waitinIts like nuttin when Im throwin somethin rougher than menstruationCrabs, Im followed by a camp like john cougarMellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords splitchaI kick tails that tips scales on the ricterI dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the harlem riverOh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ? ? ? ?Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin seeIts back to basics if youre wacked then niggas hate weGot the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nationsBoy, Im slipper than soap-on-a-ropeIm madder than the mad hatter and yabber dabber dope and you can quote...ChorusVerse 2: dray, booksWell once again its the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya [*****in]Face itTerrorisin mcs as if my name was jasonI crash n clash em, monster mash em til they suckleIm quick to switch up and kick ass like mr. jekyllI bring it from the guts, my dj got the cutsThe [shit] that I bringin gotcha swingin on my nutsIm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracleDrop the type of [shit] that make ya flip and getcha swivacleIm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucetMy raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin likeFireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I stepIm back from hibernation and Im ween to keep a repGive it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy Im flyer than a *****pitHah I rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks witUncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynxIm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya nextLike booyaa, no ya not true, dont mean illusionKickin a styles til 96, taking backs to the futurePlus Im cool to ***** the brain, I drain a 40 for the bellyIm aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelliPlus Im sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rockMy crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtimeWhen I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-upSad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boyChorus to fade
