Lyric Krazy Wit Da Books
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
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
