Set It Off Lyrics

Set It Off lyrics

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

Hook:

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

Hook

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

Hook (x1 1/2)