Das EFX — Comin Thru

[Hook] Comin thru' wit my crew like this Aah, I'm wit my crew like this (repeatedly) [Verse 1] [Dray] Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop I be the Krayzie Drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy That's why all these niggas wanna be down like Brandy They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal And I been drinkin St.Ives before dem commercials I puff a L everytime I gotta write a jam So I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman [Books] Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholastic Boy, I'll still sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist Spot-blower especially when I'm not sober Twisted in the head I'm seein red like October Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper Who get looser than the leaves up in my fucking trapper keeper Flavor like twice so you better rise up Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up Yo brother, I'm bout to shove another Blunt, where I chew-talk this New York undercover And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty Comin thru' [Hook] [Verse 2] [Dray] I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like Ziggy Marley, don't own a Harley, yo what they call me? Kiggity Krayzie Drayzie on the mic so what you want G? I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin This ain't Craig Mack but black you know the flave I briggity break that ass up just like Super Dave I'm kiggity comin with that Gang Starr like Guru I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo [Books] Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck? Shit is on and my palms don't sweat Forty days and nights get in some fights To get this style piece an order for this water mic slaughter Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnny Cochrane, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin For the forgotten, the low down dirty rotten Juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour Distortin my behaviour (Check it out) Toots, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys It's the Books, style underground Lounge with the crooks on some ol' major look-type shit And when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this [Hook]