*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
 With Houston your style in need of boostin
 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