Das EFX

Das EFX - Set It Off lyrics

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Yo (yo)  yo (yo)  yo (yo)
 Piggity presto  who these cats on your stereo? (Das EFX)
 My records spin round and round like a merry go
 Here we go  riggity raw as I ever was
 Diggy Das blow the spot  sharp as ever  cuz
 Same pro (what?)  never rock with the same flow
 My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow
 Aiyo  Boogie Bang what the deal  son? (Yo)
 For real  son  break it down  how you feel, dun?

 Yo, when my record company fail, I'm gonna need bail (why?)
 Flippin on coats like Latrell Sprewell
 My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales
 Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille
 Like females, cats is fake, I snap and break
 your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe
 Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divi' it up
 Not givin the one just give me ya cup
 We're livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singers
 Shows get wild like Jerry Springer, ice on all fingers
 Frost bear, me and my girls fare
 New York share politican, so

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 So yo set it off, get it off, let it off
 Set it off, get it off, let it off
 Set it off, get it off, let it off
 (Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back, c'mon
 Set it off, get it off, let it off
 Set it off, get it off, let it off
 Set it off, get it off, let it off
 (Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back

 Verse Two: Dray, Skoob

 Cos I'm too nice, rockin blue ice
 Jet black Ferrari runnin thru lights
 My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness
 Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this
 Look at this, straight Gz, you can tell it's dope
 In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope
 Smellin smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke
 ????, you can quote every word I wrote
 My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway
 The thug way, miggity-Monday to Sunday

 Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots
 stay hot like them chicks from Baywatch
 BK, to the UK, all the way to Guatalupe
 Das got chicks shakin their booty
 Cats actin unrul-ey, who they?
 Do they, should they, give a fuck, nah too late
 Save em, ya gotcha els, roll em up, kid
 Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some
 Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation
 Nuff respects to my EFX Generation

 Hook

 Verse Three: Dray, Skoob

 Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit me
 Sixty, peace to low down shifty
 Strictly, send the world in a frenzy
 My mens be, laid up in the penzy
 Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again
 Devils stall, play the ball, went to Heineken
 Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk
 The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk
 My talk, slidin with the sickedness
 You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick of this

 Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack MC's I'm testin ya
 Smack you with a chair like a wrestler
 Boogie Bang, sewer rat buckwildin
 Run the streets of Brooklyn, properties on an island
 A pen and a pad, you know my steez when I'm weeded
 Bring rhymes together like cleavage
 So love it or leave it, I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feed
 hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to plea
 Trees are blastin out my team, blast back
 Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: EastWest Records America

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Generation EFX (1998)

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