Comin' Thru

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Intro/Chorus: 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 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 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 *conversation to end*