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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