- Votes:
- Composers:
- Andre Weston
- Willie Hines
- Parrish Smith
- George Spivey
 
- See also:
Das Efx - Bad News lyrics
Intro: 
 *Alright* (x16) 
 No doubt 
 Aha see what you want baby? 
 Check it out! One two for my peeps like this check it out 
 Verse 1: Skoob 
 To the aah tick tick my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah) 
 cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit 
 by the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister 
 You punk bitch when the funk hit the tongue twister (yeah) 
 It's the...now I'm the maniac with the flow (what?) ???? 
 til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga) 
 Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha) 
 Some say I got too much posse like Flavor Flav 
 Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what?) 
 Ci-lo Satan when I hit you with the triple 6 
 Your shit be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives 
 Shittin on MC's like I just took a laxative 
 Now niggas know I gives a fuck about'cha crew 
 You try to keep up but got stuck like the two 
 between nevers and Atlantis, I kicks a frantic 
 and goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet 
 like this, boy! 
 Hook: 
 *Alright* (x8) 
 Verse 2: Dray 
 Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next 
 Nigga Krazy Drayzie representin Das EFX 
 Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects 
 Bring ya from the east so fuck the peace so if you spot us 
 you do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (BAA!!) 
 You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh) 
 Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the G's wit ease (word up) 
 We're blowin up your fuckin spot (no doubt) 
 Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not 
 Now everybody be the nicest but Jesus Christ this 
 it's a crisis, I kill em dead with my devices 
 My advice is you better learn a trade 
 Before you kick a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin sprayed 
 I keep you open like you're fuckin sessin me 
 You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me 
 Cos justa me, the K-to-R-A-Z-Y 
 Use to rock Fila, bettin like I'm Eli 
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 Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin 
 I put my dues in so you know it's only right 
 I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga) 
 Chorus (x14) 
 Verse 3: Dray, Skoob 
 To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick 
 My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic 
 The shit the man kick'll make ya fuckin ass sick 
 I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the Krazy 
 Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me 
 It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it 
 I make it by the bucket so fuck it, I stock it 
 It's just for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe 
 I'm comin with my Timbs in ya face (motherfucker) 
 Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector 
 I be the Krazy Drayzie, nigga check the way I wreck 
 Fuckin flow to final, motherfuck the title 
 My nigga DJ Dice is on the vinyl (motherfucker) 
 That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end 
 I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come again 
 The Books in reverse kicks a verse 
 I'm takin it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I persuit 
 to stomp an MC like grapes and then scrape em with the boot 
 I bring swing to the ring like Luke Doover 
 Diggity-got land like a cruiser, Pop Duke he rip a cougar 
 For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw caves in 
 Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians 
 Me get done? Never son, I hold it down for 7-1-A 
 where niggas fuck around and where niggas lay 
 Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like Tim Hardaway 
 Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in RCA 
 Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin 
 plus I got another back in the oven 
 Some heard the style and then construction on it 
 but they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it 
 C'mon, broke my blocks or I'll blow ya spot 
 I rock like that bald-headed nigga on Fox 
 (So how we do?) No shorts from niggas or they fuckin girl and (what 
 you 
 got?) 
 more styles than the last got served (no doubt) 
 So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight 
 cos e'rything gon' be aight! (No doubt) 
 Chorus to fade











