Das EFX: Alright

Intro: *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