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Correct Krazy Wit Da Books Lyrics
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Intro/chorus: Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books (fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow) Verse 1: dray, skoob Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, I'm in the mood again so watch Me do this I'm out to do these rappers just like popeye did brutus The super dooper trooper, oops I'm no beginner So watch me get loose and run [shit] like bill skinner I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use it See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket I drop it from the east, at least I'm gettin mine in Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin It's like nuttin when I'm throwin somethin rougher than menstruation Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like john cougar Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the harlem river Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then? ?? ? Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we Got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope I'm madder than the mad hatter and yabber dabber dope and you can quote... Chorus Verse 2: dray, books Well once again it's the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya [fuckin] Face it Terrorisin mc's as if my name was jason I crash 'n' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like mr. Jekyll I bring it from the guts, my dj got the cuts The [shit] that I bringin got'cha swingin on my nuts I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle Drop the type of [shit] that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like Fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step I'm back from hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit Hah I rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx I'm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next Like booyaa, no ya not true, don't mean illusion Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future Plus I'm cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly I'm aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli Plus I'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy Chorus to fade
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