Verse One: Dray Skoob



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



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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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