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
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
