Das Efx - No Doubt Lyrics
Kick ass nigga, come onYeah, yeah hit squad, firing squadNine eight shitChorus: das efxNo doubt, no doubtDo your thing, do your thingNo doubt, no doubtDo your thing, do your thingYo, its diggy das, m.o.p., and that nigga teflonLets get it on what whatLets get it on yeah yeah[drayz]Another new year, I got my crew here, lets get it onMiggity make money money! yo, son I got the bombSee me swervan, through the urbanBlack suburban, puffing urbanWiggity wild and drinking bourbon[lil fame]See Im learnin, while Im earninRapidly firin, like that shit that the ku klux be burninWho wanna get stuck upOr get *****ed the ***** up?Blucka, blucka blowe!***** nigga your lucks up[teflon]Yo, Im about to pull the plug outThug out, but rub outHead for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club outShit I set it for real when I bug outMy trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out[billy danze]Yo, we just seep underground to be dug outWe represent the ruffhouseKeep one and a half, even while Im bannedAt the thug house (thats right)Now your facing a one of a kind dudeUndefined dude, top of the line dude[skoob]Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in hereAll my people up in hereIts rough in hereBullets figgity flying every *****ing whereIts un *****ing faitiggity tear cats out the frameDiggity das, billy danz, teflon, and lil fameChorus - 2x[teflon]Say hello to the bad guyHmmhm, excuse me as iGrab my n-u-ts no need to ask whyWe blow the spot upHit em with the uncut rawCould be somewhat moreAdvance with the product[billy danze]You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcoreAll the love for these thugs that Im willing to die forFirst family style! its deepYou catch us on these beatsBut we should never be disconnected from these streets[skoob]See my higgity hard timesThat bring forth these higgity hard rhymesHard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar linesFiggity far rhymes, my squad shines, its turn to eat againMotivated by cats who would never see the street again[lil fame]See him in the next life cause thats where were gon meet againAnd if it goes down then, you gon bleed againAny ground I roam I stand on itKeep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it[drayz]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 squadWe billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millenniaChorus - 2x
