Comin thru' wit my crew like this
 Aah  I'm wit my crew like this  comin thru
 Comin thru wit my crew like this
 Uhh  wit my crew like this
 Comin thru wit my crew like this
 Boy what? Wit my crew like this
 Comin thru wit my crew like this
 Uhh  wit my crew like this
 Verse One: Dray  Skoob
 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 el everytime I gotta write again
 so I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman
 Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholasis
 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 fuckin ????
 Flavor like twice so you better rise up
 Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
 No ruggle, I'm bout to shove anover
 blunt, where I two-talk, it's 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'
 Chorus
 Verse Two: Dray, Skoob
 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, you're what they call me
 kickity 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 a gangsta like Boo Boo
 I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo
 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 and on before this water mic scored
 Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
 Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie
 Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin
 for dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
 juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour
 distortin my behaviour (Check it out)
 Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys
 It's the Books, style underground
 Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit
 and when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this
 Comin thru
 Chorus
 (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, I'm wit my crew like this)
 Uh comin thru
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