Krazy Wit Da Books Lyrics

Krazy Wit Da Books lyrics

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 [f**kin]
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 as* 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 f**k 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