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3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:23

Das Efx - Alright

-alright- (x16)

no doubt

aha, see what you want baby?

check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out

verse 1: skoob

to the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah)

cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit

by the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister

you punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)

it's the...now i'm the maniac with the flow (what?)????

til i knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga)

be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)

some say i got too much posse like flavor flav

books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what?)

ci-lo satan when i hit you with the triple 6

your shit be stressin it's lessin, i'm flexin with the adjectives

shittin on mc's like i just took a laxative

now niggas know i gives a fuck about'cha crew

you try to keep up but got stuck like the two

between nevers and atlantis, i kicks a frantic

and goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet

like this, boy!

hook:

-alright- (x8)

verse 2: dray

well uhh, one-two, comin thru next

nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx

stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects

bring ya from the east so fuck the peace so if you spot us

you do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!)

you're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh)

squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up)

we're blowin up your fuckin spot (no doubt)

cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not

now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this

it's a crisis, i kill em dead with my devices

my advice is you better learn a trade

before you kick a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin sprayed

i keep you open like you're fuckin sessin me

you're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me

cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y

use to rock fila, bettin like i'm eli

with houston your style in need of boostin

your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin

i put my dues in so you know it's only right

i gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga)

chorus (x14)

verse 3: dray, skoob

to the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick

my rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic

the shit the man kick'll make ya fuckin ass sick

i bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy

poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me

it pays me to rock it so why not i stop it

i make it by the bucket so fuck it, i stock it

it's just for safe keepin so when i'm sleepin i sleep safe

i'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherfucker)

back in the place i'm gettin stupid in ya sector

i be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way i wreck

fuckin flow to final, motherfuck the title

my nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherfucker)

that's my recital, kid i flipped it til the end

i bring it from the sewer, here my nigga come again

the books in reverse kicks a verse

i'm takin it to ya face, i'm iggity on the case i persuit

to stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot

i bring swing to the ring like luke doover

diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar

for pages, i kick it raw til my jaw caves in

amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians

me get done? never son, i hold it down for 7-1-a

where niggas fuck around and where niggas lay

ain't nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway

fouls like the proudest so i'm labbin in rca

aw shit, i got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin

plus i got another back in the oven

some heard the style and then construction on it

but they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it

c'mon, broke my blocks or i'll blow ya spot

i rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox

(so how we do?) no shorts from niggas or they fuckin girl and (what you

got?)

more styles than the last got served (no doubt)

so if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight

cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt)

chorus to fade

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:23

Das Efx - Bad News
(-here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news-) (x8)

(skoob)

well it's the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas

nervous (nervous)

son the word is we on some rule the shit like -?kervis?- (i rule the world)

blow, yo i get dough, la rockafella, nigga please

i got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella

i swella fuck up on some other shit, rougher shit

i'ma hold it down and take a puff of this

greenery, keep the scenery, didn't seem to be in order for thee

flip the slaughter, fuck a quarter nigga

a second wasted is a dollar lost

peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor

so pmd, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin

pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island

(pmd)

it's pmd up in the sector, i wreck the microphonin

i'm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin

kid i'm zonin, it's on and i'm back up on the block

(aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, i represent the dock (dock)

puls i knock (what?) niggas out the box quickly

kid i'm strictly motherfuckin business so get wit me

yo scratch hit me so i can do my thing and blow the spot

(dray)

it's that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what i got

check the clock if you don't know the fuckin timin

well i'm rhymin, i'm shinin like a motherfuckin diamond

kill the whinin cos i'm in effect like this

(yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss

the hit squad, ya shit's harder every year

it's diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah

(what?) ya catch a bullet in ya gut

and if you try to run you catch another one to your butt

hut one two, hut three

we riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g

uhh, what???

(-here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news-)

-repeat to fade-

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:24

Das Efx - Baknaffek
(people people people people

people people people people)

verse 1: dray, skoob

shippity bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? the bum siggity

niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity

i'm comin with the books so kid, it looks like it's a winner

ya better get'cha plate because i'm servin raps for dinner

see i freak it from the sewer plus i'm quick to do ya posse

i'm swoopin on the note just like i was a kamikaze

see they thought i lost my spot so they went and got real comfy

so now i gotta hit me hard and bogart like humphrey

ya hypocrite, i'm rippin it because i'm flyer

ya phony, full of bologne like oscar meyer

see i attack a pack of rappers just for practice

i bust my tactics, i'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss

(set it off!) one two (set it off!)

yeah it's the books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my borough

i'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from medini-bop

takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti

rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger???? occasion

my nerves is achin, see i'm sick of niggas perpetratin

but can't see this, i'm screamin on they records like beavis

or butthead, i bust heads like amy

fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident

and if i'm in your town you might meet me at the radisson

or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin

it ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again

chorus:

bak 'n' affek, how's that?

(people people people people)

-repeat x3-

verse 2: dray, skoob

well here i go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite

a bigger nigga with my left and then i flick em with my right

i'm outta sight, look how i do it, ya blew it if you missed a

nigga on the microphone cos i can roll a sister

word is bond, i'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this

grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like chris

cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver

give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when i deliver

aah microphone check, what the heck?

i do that then because i used to catch a wreck

wit it, that's the time i hot talk, spit it

for christ's sake i'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin

you ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that

cos now i'm on some other type of flow and best believe that

and all that, small cat, my format - deranged

honey i'm back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk!

so if you're drunk, i freak the funk until you're sober

but still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over

kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, i jam like gridlock

my style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop

good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it

and busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby i'm twisted

kid i swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a -?smith?-

bust up your lips then puff up a spliff

so yo, who be dat? dat wanna do me like this to get

booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat

chorus

bust a flavor

word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah

check it out

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:24

Das Efx - Brooklyn To T-neck
intro/chorus: (x4)

"the kids from brooklyn to t-neck" "y'knowi'msayin?"

"brooklyn's prime time"

verse one: skoob, dray

now ain't this some old shit, i'm bringin it round the back like no

question

i'm swingin em with the cranes and i'm swayz like the jetsons

i wreck shit, i biggity-blast off, duke, i'm hectic

just look at the funk that i brung from the young and the restless

don't test this, i'm miggity-makin yens in japan

diggity-don't give a fuck cos i rap like saran or

antipersperant, i riggity-roll my punctures like a speed stick

i giggity-got the pops so kniggity-knock when you need it

so freak it, i speak it, i giggity-gots ta bring it

we're freakin a track for jersey, yo krazyie spring it

speak of the devil, figgity-fuck the dumb shit, it's over

soldier, i riggity-roll just like a bulldozer

i'm kniggity-knockin butts and smokin blunts that's my slogan

check it, i wriggity-wreck more heads than hulk hogan

no jokin, i be's the, um, best at how i'm speakin

i riggity-rock a show and pack em in like puerto ricans

i'm phat, i biggity-bang heads like jerry cooney

i'm swingin the shit from west, pump her up to the booty

buster, i miggity-musta stunned ya, blunder

you blewa, i speak it, i freak it, i'm super, so do a.....

chorus (x4)

verse two: skoob, dray

biggity-bang boomer, biggity-bust the lunatic rhymer

i riggity-rings more bells than flo from mel's diner

i'm giggity-gettin props because of the rhymes that i be bustin

i'm sorry about, the condoms, sugar, you must provide the suction, cuz

i got more greenbacks than the land of the west got sea stacks

simplest, i'll call you snaggle if you puss-sy gab, so

look at me flippin the tongue, bringin the fun, pass the hoover

i'm swingity-swingin the funk, bangin her trunks in bermuda

i dribbity-drop rungs, smoke blunts then drop my dipper

i piggity-pass the miggity-microphone to my nigga

hot damn, higgity-here i am, check it mister

i'm rippin the track to dreads or you're dead from my fists of

fury, i biggity-be's the damn judge and jury

i'm cliggity-clockin g's cos these chumps always bore me

yo baby, i drippity-drops nuff grammar

i'm rippity-rippin shop wit my nigga boogie banger

i got loot, i got knock boots to argentina

ya stupid, i either wanna benz or a beamer

so take that, i'm piggity-puttin your pipe when i'm smokin

y'know kid, i ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya.....

chorus (x4)

verse three: skoob, dray

well i'll be damned, higgity-here i am, check the slang, hops

i biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to bangkok

you're bedrock, now piggity-pass the blunt, sonny

and let me piggity-pucker up and grab my nuts like al bundy

i glassed em, i grits em, i shiggity-shoots my jizzum

i giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom

believe dat, i'm criggity-*****in skulls when i'm rowdy

i biggity-bang boots and hang loose like jim growlski

i miggity-makes em rock like mr.gillespie makes em dizzy

i piggity-pass the mic now, yo krayzie get busy

shit's thick, i'm quick to stick a chick wit my dick like a sniper

type o, fella that's hyper

active, captive, plus i'm attractive

horse for the course, suck my drawers then i'm back, kid

styley, rowdy, then yo i'm audi

5 wit my loot, got more troops than in saudi

arabia, maybe i, marry me an actress

find her, phone her, bone her on the mattress

tasket, tisket, polly wanna biscuit

figgity-fuck the *****er, i'm the rapper that rip it, cos yo.......

chorus to fade

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:25

Das Efx - Can't Have Nuttin'
intro:

niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (nowadays yo)

niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)

niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)

niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas niggas nowadays yo

verse 1: dray

well yo, they used to say that dray was a motherfuckin bum

cos when it came to profit, son i really wasn't gettin none

the wilest motherfucker that you ever saw

they used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law

now i'm in the shit, like a fly i was buggin

from robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin

sellin cocaine in the high school halls

playin it slick i kept the balms up in some tennis balls

i used to run across the bridge with my peeps

i packed a tray-8, in dem days i was playin for keeps

i used to roll around my hat and all day

lookin for a prey that we could rob on broadway

stickin niggas for their jewels if they're worthy

made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey

'86 and '87 was the year

had the gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeah

keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink

see yeah saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink

the beats was always showin up at my rest

askin "does a certain drayzie live at this address? yes?"

the spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt

i had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out!

i hit the south just like a bandit cos i was stranded

virginia state in '88, you know that's where i landed

i couldn't stand it, shit was feelin strange

i made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough

chorus:

aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin (yo niggas just can't have nuttin)

niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)

niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)

niggas just can't have nuttin (nowadays yo)

-repeat x2-

verse 2: skoob

yo bust a move, peep the flav

cos i'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays

twenty-something years ago as i proceed to recollect

a newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off bushwick

bless the days, pops shot to get forth the -?vock?- and fifth

damn, fam got to shift

from the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth

this was around the time smokin reefer was the shit

but now the crib a little bigger

i was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a nigga

had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11

wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57

mom's babysittin, pop's on the hustle

54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle

game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy

believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffitti

but i couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists

cos now i'm 'cross town in the heights

my nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun

where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums

and motherfuckers don't care

i love the street game so i stashed the green leaf by the air

you couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver

kept it fresh, double-parked in the caesar

but i got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor

and do moms a favour, go to school and get this fuckin paper

so what's the caper cos now i'm all in

at virginia state, now let the bullshit begin

chorus:

nowadays niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (yo niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)

niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)

niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin')

nowadays niggas (niggas just can't have nuttin')

verse 3: dray, skoob

it was '89 and yo, i'm stayin out of fights

i'm runnin with this nigga named books from crown heights

gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up

we're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up

well nigga so what? you fucked the holdup and went whatevers

then bucked the leathers, son i got to get my shit together

gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what's the function

smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin

we're goin huntin, virginia didn't have shit for us

that's why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorus

gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend

the deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin

but yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to scram

(aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn't handle)

and yo, something got ta happen or i'ma get tha pappin

we got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin

packin skills from the sewer, i knew we had a shot

gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what?

if pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew

makin all that money on that business as usual

(tip tip tip) tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin

they hit us with the digits to the cribs in long island

so, we packed the henny and my men we got swayz

and never lookin back, that's how we thinkin nowadays

chorus:

cos yo niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)

word up niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

nah niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

(yo that's why they got me rockin on the microphone)

niggas just can't have nuttin' (yo niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin')

nowadays niggas didn't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')

(well now they got me rockin on the microphone)

(niggas just can't have nuttin')

niggas just ain't (got a motherfuckin thing)

nowadays (word up) niggas ain't got nuthin'

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:25

Das Efx - Change (cd Only)
intro/chorus: (-sample of queen's "sail away sweet sister"-)

hey little babe, you're changin

babe are you feelin sore?

ain't no use in dancin

don't wanna play no more

-repeat x3-

verse 1: drayz

well yo, yo, waddup?

boo, how ya doin? let's go walk and talk

see i ain't about to hawk, i plans to make this short

see i been (where?) in the sewer liggity layin with the crew (true)

and wiggity watchin all the changes that you're goin thru

now walk, first of all we all can tell you're feelin sore

and that's for sure, niggity now raw like how you was before

i saw you last year, change from the past year

hit the fast gear, kniggity knew you couldn't last here

you piggity past here, higgity had to hold you down

but then you turned around and stiggity started standing cross town

you gettin a bad name in the fast lane

gettin a bad frame, niggity not the same and that's a damn shame

chorus (x2)

verse 2: skoob

yo

shorty rappin what the deal? iggity ain't heard from me in a while

see, once a man and twice a child but in your case it's wiggity wild

let's break the ice and liggity light this weed

remember you was schoolin me when you was only a seed

now it's time to school you cos see i'm a nigga that's true

if we ain't see it in the streets, my crew, we heard it from you

a few couldn't understand cos you was raised in the street

to each his own, whiggity where you layed your hat was your home

none see the shining sea, you been the star on tv

see i only knew you by face til i met my nigga p

piggity put me on to you, tiggity told me to shine

so when you had the time, iggity i had the rhyme

started runnin with them kids and keepin up with them trends

i never took it as a diss cos me and you was just friends

but now your man's got you on some other garbage

c. deloris tucker got you thinkin murder charges

plus them same cats flipped on you, dissin you

cos you're sample says "you ain't original", i wanted to get rid of you

but who would figure you would try to play both sides?

you honey rides, you look at your reflection through my eyes, no lies

chorus (x2)

verse 3: drayz, skoob

and naw man

now some people are tryin to ban you but they don't understand you

like me and my man do, when all the drama that you ran thru

(so thankyou) for the benz, thankyou for the rims and timbs

thankyou for the friends, thankyou for the ends that i spend

thankyou for the weed and all the times you took me overseas

and thankyou for the dreams and all the fans that i please

thanks from all hardcore, thanks for lettin me be a member

and thanks for lettin me rock your party, shorty just remember

i'll be tender when you're weared, for you's a diamond in the rough

you want the fuck, i know you feel sore but higgity hush

biggity baby you diggity don't try

we're gon' held you down til the diggity day that we die

chorus (x2)

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:25

Das Efx - Dedicated
intro/chorus:

dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high

dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly

dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game

dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

verse 1: dray, skoob

yo

well if the honeys think i'm stuck up, i tell em "shut the fuck up"

and you can get'cha man, i bet a grand he gettin broke up

so whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly

really? we're on the road again just like willie

nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya

anoy ya when i spill the beans like lawyer

i saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls

i guess you must be ready to die like biggie smalls

diggity good heavens, it all started in the projects like the evans

but fuck the good times, we packin weapons

want the fortune and the fame kid, you know the name kid, style reign

puttin mc's thru style change

and if you want me then you got to come get me

i'm strictly fuckin niggas up like 1-50-

1, two rum shots chased precise

two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice

thinkin i might beat the hurt, i'm not him

and i'ma get paid and fool like rakim

chorus (x2)

verse 2: dray, skoob

well here i come, word, yo this be my third release

i never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace

to the crews payin dues in the background

how my rap sound? yo boogie banger bring it back now

niggas with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out

i make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out

actin fly, jack passed me by

mmmah - you can kiss that black ass goodbye

no lie, see i fry your crew til they sizzle

fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle

bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack

backs before i put a whoopin on that ass

ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well

niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell

now dig it, me and my man we came wit it

we snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like riddick

admit it, i'm right to rough so tighten up

i'm audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what?

chorus (x4)

to all the niggas gettin high

dedicated to all the bitches actin fly

dedicated to all the niggas runnin game

dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

dedicated to all the niggas gettin high

to all the bitches actin fly

dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid

dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

-shout outs-

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:26

Das Efx - Dum Dums

dum dum dilly dee dum dum

(diddy diddy dum dum)

dum dum dilly dee dum dum

(diddy diddy dum dum)

dum dum dilly dee dum dum

(diddy diddy dum dum)

dum dum dilly dee dum dum

(dum dum)

verse one: dray

aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while i rock

tick tock about this chick around the block?

she was high host, to the most hostess, no boastin

back in '85, she was live, yo no jokin

a real go-getter, didn't try and sweat her

fifteen years old and she was pushin a jetter

she had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin

she walked around school and the stunt would act stankin

bitch, young miss, only dated older fellas

my slang couldn't hang, no thang, i wasn't jealous of her

chorus

verse two: dray

oh yeah, where was i? bustin, now i'm ready

now it's '87 and miss thing is goin steady

she was schoolin, chillin cos her man was makin papers

tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors

he found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her

soon came a smack then he act like he owned her

he used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist

then the tommy got slapped behind her back gettin dissed

i was buggin, nuff on the stuff that i was seein

but that's how it goes for the hoes when they're bein......

chorus

verse three: skoob

aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser

remember that chick loretta, back in the days i used ta sweat her

i wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn't matter

she was kickin it to my man stan who's livin phatter

than me, hops, chillin in my hoodie and my reebok's

now she's in a jam cos, stan was slangin rocks, but

look at me now, honey, cos this the morning after

i'm yapper, a nappy-headed undaground rappa

word to mom dukes, she was suits so i took her to my show

just to show my niggas that the hooker was.....

chorus

verse four: skoob

ah the show was phat, now it's back to the room, g

yo mirror, this is where loretta tried to do me

my neck was on her tongue, -?ep's?- was gettin swung

krayz was gettin biz with the friend that she brung

then she took it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-a

then she licked her boot-a, oh shoot-a, i screwed her

i showed her, i rolled her, from here to north dakota

i gangbanged the boots like a brooklyn troop oughta

i stuck it in her [backwards], bust a nut, she was starvin

so i pushed in the bush til those lips started partin, but she was.......

chorus to fade

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:26

Das Efx - Dum Dums

dum dum dilly dee dum dum

(diddy diddy dum dum)

dum dum dilly dee dum dum

(diddy diddy dum dum)

dum dum dilly dee dum dum

(diddy diddy dum dum)

dum dum dilly dee dum dum

(dum dum)

verse one: dray

aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while i rock

tick tock about this chick around the block?

she was high host, to the most hostess, no boastin

back in '85, she was live, yo no jokin

a real go-getter, didn't try and sweat her

fifteen years old and she was pushin a jetter

she had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin

she walked around school and the stunt would act stankin

bitch, young miss, only dated older fellas

my slang couldn't hang, no thang, i wasn't jealous of her

chorus

verse two: dray

oh yeah, where was i? bustin, now i'm ready

now it's '87 and miss thing is goin steady

she was schoolin, chillin cos her man was makin papers

tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors

he found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her

soon came a smack then he act like he owned her

he used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist

then the tommy got slapped behind her back gettin dissed

i was buggin, nuff on the stuff that i was seein

but that's how it goes for the hoes when they're bein......

chorus

verse three: skoob

aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser

remember that chick loretta, back in the days i used ta sweat her

i wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn't matter

she was kickin it to my man stan who's livin phatter

than me, hops, chillin in my hoodie and my reebok's

now she's in a jam cos, stan was slangin rocks, but

look at me now, honey, cos this the morning after

i'm yapper, a nappy-headed undaground rappa

word to mom dukes, she was suits so i took her to my show

just to show my niggas that the hooker was.....

chorus

verse four: skoob

ah the show was phat, now it's back to the room, g

yo mirror, this is where loretta tried to do me

my neck was on her tongue, -?ep's?- was gettin swung

krayz was gettin biz with the friend that she brung

then she took it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-a

then she licked her boot-a, oh shoot-a, i screwed her

i showed her, i rolled her, from here to north dakota

i gangbanged the boots like a brooklyn troop oughta

i stuck it in her [backwards], bust a nut, she was starvin

so i pushed in the bush til those lips started partin, but she was.......

chorus to fade

3n3sboy2 · 08-06-2008, 17:26

Das Efx - East Coast
intro/chorus:

"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks" ---> krs-one

"baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"

"it's like that y'all, you don't stop"

-repeat x2-

"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks"

"??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks"

verse one: dray, books

higgity-hey hun, check out the way i friggity-freak the track, umm

i diggity-do-ray-me-fah-so nigga me go like that, umm

wit the books, iggity-oops, i get more poopcrocks for jingle

i giggity-gots the rhymes like?????? got the wrinkle

check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like bundy

i piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, i'll take you -?mundy?-

yes it's i, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers

i higgity-hump and rump cos i'm rough like sandpaper

so pucker up and whistle, i blast just like a pistol

and sharp like a thumbtack and kick like ninjitsu

i sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, i'm bound, silly creep

i leave a rapper with a single bound

yes i rips up the west, i'm the best, i'm no jokin

i run up shit creek and freak the backstroke

so books freak it, provide the funk alligator

yo i'm out but "i'll be back" like schwarzenegger

wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it's, umm, me

the bumble b boogity woogity book the loopy

double o-k-iggity s, i'm slick

i giggity-got more stiggity-styles than moby got dick

aw shit, i'm swingin it from the east coast, sure

i don't surf, but got more props than pop smurf

who? me, yep, look at the way i'm slingin it to ya poppy

i riggity rock the crowd at the grand ole opi

but when speakin upon myself, i stays private like benjamin

honey, i'll knock the boots and if you're tough i'll knock the timberland's

ooooooh, miggity-major rolex and tick tock

i'm runnin my tongue with the quickness now i'm back like alfred hitchcock

i'm shod-dy, i'm swingin it like a san diego padre

brooklyn's in the house so motherfuck -?we go swavy?-

i don't need to diss ya but excuse me mister

i'm sinkin ya battleships just ask professor or the skipper

and downnnnnnnn

chorus

interlude: (-das efx giving shoutouts to other east coast rappers-)

verse two: dray, books

yo i'm back, black, heavens-to-betsy, time to get deuce

i take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice

i'm not the new kids, but i'm knockin blocks off, sonny

yep i rock like the stones cos i'm rollin in the money

so diggity-ask about, i know you digs me like a shovel

i kick straps for sport cos i'm short like barney rubble

check the slang, boogity-bang, umm, i goes berserk

when i flex like popeye, i fight like cap' kirk

so bozo, i'm knockin em out the box by the pair-em

high strung, my tongue got moves like fred astaire

tally racker, i'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper

i diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper

the slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar

i'm comin like the red coats to toast an mc hammer

so jumpin jahosa, that's yesiree

the books-in-reverse kicks a verse......

......like, aah, bbd

i whips it, i smacks it, i flips it

with slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, i slaps lips

like lipstick, i'm harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles

i bust foots for kicks, eat up trix and some skittles

then i'll giggle, hee-hee-ha

higgity-hallelujah to-to-dabber-day i'll do ya

i'm the baddest, got more fans than red jarvis makes a cowboy

i skip, flip back to dallas

he's the don, have you seen my grey poupon?

bust this, we roll more spliffs than cheech and chong

we can do this, i kiggity-can't lose like martha lewis

get the picture? i rock upon misfa if i was you-is

goddamn, i'm sittin on the bay by the dock

smokin, strokin on my big fat cock

cos spare you, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle?

cos now i got the siggity-sock soup like campbell's

and downnnnnnnnnnnn

chorus: (x8)

"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks" ---> krs-one

"baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"

"it's like that y'all, you don't stop"

08-06-2008, 17:23	#1 (permalink)
3n3sboy2 EN Adaletli Üyelik Tarihi: 09-08-2007 Yer: İstanbuL Mesajlar: 7,392 Rep Gücü: 119 Rep Puanı: 2949	Das efx - Şarkı SözLerii... *Das Efx - Alright* -alright- (x16) no doubt aha, see what you want baby? check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out verse 1: skoob to the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah) cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit by the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister you punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah) it's the...now i'm the maniac with the flow (what?)???? til i knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga) be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha) some say i got too much posse like flavor flav books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what?) ci-lo satan when i hit you with the triple 6 your shit be stressin it's lessin, i'm flexin with the adjectives shittin on mc's like i just took a laxative now niggas know i gives a fuck about'cha crew you try to keep up but got stuck like the two between nevers and atlantis, i kicks a frantic and goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet like this, boy! hook: -alright- (x8) verse 2: dray well uhh, one-two, comin thru next nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects bring ya from the east so fuck the peace so if you spot us you do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!) you're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh) squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up) we're blowin up your fuckin spot (no doubt) cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this it's a crisis, i kill em dead with my devices my advice is you better learn a trade before you kick a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin sprayed i keep you open like you're fuckin sessin me you're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y use to rock fila, bettin like i'm eli with houston your style in need of boostin your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin i put my dues in so you know it's only right i gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga) chorus (x14) verse 3: dray, skoob to the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick my rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic the shit the man kick'll make ya fuckin ass sick i bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me it pays me to rock it so why not i stop it i make it by the bucket so fuck it, i stock it it's just for safe keepin so when i'm sleepin i sleep safe i'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherfucker) back in the place i'm gettin stupid in ya sector i be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way i wreck fuckin flow to final, motherfuck the title my nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherfucker) that's my recital, kid i flipped it til the end i bring it from the sewer, here my nigga come again the books in reverse kicks a verse i'm takin it to ya face, i'm iggity on the case i persuit to stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot i bring swing to the ring like luke doover diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar for pages, i kick it raw til my jaw caves in amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians me get done? never son, i hold it down for 7-1-a where niggas fuck around and where niggas lay ain't nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway fouls like the proudest so i'm labbin in rca aw shit, i got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin plus i got another back in the oven some heard the style and then construction on it but they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it c'mon, broke my blocks or i'll blow ya spot i rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox (so how we do?) no shorts from niggas or they fuckin girl and (what you got?) more styles than the last got served (no doubt) so if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt) chorus to fade

08-06-2008, 17:23	#2 (permalink)
3n3sboy2 EN Adaletli Üyelik Tarihi: 09-08-2007 Yer: İstanbuL Mesajlar: 7,392 Rep Gücü: 119 Rep Puanı: 2949	Cevap: Das efx - Şarkı SözLerii... *Das Efx - Bad News* (-here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news-) (x8) (skoob) well it's the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas nervous (nervous) son the word is we on some rule the shit like -?kervis?- (i rule the world) blow, yo i get dough, la rockafella, nigga please i got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella i swella fuck up on some other shit, rougher shit i'ma hold it down and take a puff of this greenery, keep the scenery, didn't seem to be in order for thee flip the slaughter, fuck a quarter nigga a second wasted is a dollar lost peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor so pmd, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island (pmd) it's pmd up in the sector, i wreck the microphonin i'm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin kid i'm zonin, it's on and i'm back up on the block (aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, i represent the dock (dock) puls i knock (what?) niggas out the box quickly kid i'm strictly motherfuckin business so get wit me yo scratch hit me so i can do my thing and blow the spot (dray) it's that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what i got check the clock if you don't know the fuckin timin well i'm rhymin, i'm shinin like a motherfuckin diamond kill the whinin cos i'm in effect like this (yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss the hit squad, ya shit's harder every year it's diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah (what?) ya catch a bullet in ya gut and if you try to run you catch another one to your butt hut one two, hut three we riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g uhh, what??? (-here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news-) -repeat to fade-

08-06-2008, 17:24	#3 (permalink)
3n3sboy2 EN Adaletli Üyelik Tarihi: 09-08-2007 Yer: İstanbuL Mesajlar: 7,392 Rep Gücü: 119 Rep Puanı: 2949	Cevap: Das efx - Şarkı SözLerii... *Das Efx - Baknaffek* (people people people people people people people people) verse 1: dray, skoob shippity bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? the bum siggity niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity i'm comin with the books so kid, it looks like it's a winner ya better get'cha plate because i'm servin raps for dinner see i freak it from the sewer plus i'm quick to do ya posse i'm swoopin on the note just like i was a kamikaze see they thought i lost my spot so they went and got real comfy so now i gotta hit me hard and bogart like humphrey ya hypocrite, i'm rippin it because i'm flyer ya phony, full of bologne like oscar meyer see i attack a pack of rappers just for practice i bust my tactics, i'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss (set it off!) one two (set it off!) yeah it's the books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my borough i'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from medini-bop takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger???? occasion my nerves is achin, see i'm sick of niggas perpetratin but can't see this, i'm screamin on they records like beavis or butthead, i bust heads like amy fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident and if i'm in your town you might meet me at the radisson or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin it ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again chorus: bak 'n' affek, how's that? (people people people people) -repeat x3- verse 2: dray, skoob well here i go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite a bigger nigga with my left and then i flick em with my right i'm outta sight, look how i do it, ya blew it if you missed a nigga on the microphone cos i can roll a sister word is bond, i'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like chris cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when i deliver aah microphone check, what the heck? i do that then because i used to catch a wreck wit it, that's the time i hot talk, spit it for christ's sake i'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin you ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that cos now i'm on some other type of flow and best believe that and all that, small cat, my format - deranged honey i'm back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk! so if you're drunk, i freak the funk until you're sober but still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, i jam like gridlock my style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it and busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby i'm twisted kid i swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a -?smith?- bust up your lips then puff up a spliff so yo, who be dat? dat wanna do me like this to get booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat chorus bust a flavor word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah check it out

08-06-2008, 17:24	#4 (permalink)
3n3sboy2 EN Adaletli Üyelik Tarihi: 09-08-2007 Yer: İstanbuL Mesajlar: 7,392 Rep Gücü: 119 Rep Puanı: 2949	Cevap: Das efx - Şarkı SözLerii... *Das Efx - Brooklyn To T-neck* intro/chorus: (x4) "the kids from brooklyn to t-neck" "y'knowi'msayin?" "brooklyn's prime time" verse one: skoob, dray now ain't this some old shit, i'm bringin it round the back like no question i'm swingin em with the cranes and i'm swayz like the jetsons i wreck shit, i biggity-blast off, duke, i'm hectic just look at the funk that i brung from the young and the restless don't test this, i'm miggity-makin yens in japan diggity-don't give a fuck cos i rap like saran or antipersperant, i riggity-roll my punctures like a speed stick i giggity-got the pops so kniggity-knock when you need it so freak it, i speak it, i giggity-gots ta bring it we're freakin a track for jersey, yo krazyie spring it speak of the devil, figgity-fuck the dumb shit, it's over soldier, i riggity-roll just like a bulldozer i'm kniggity-knockin butts and smokin blunts that's my slogan check it, i wriggity-wreck more heads than hulk hogan no jokin, i be's the, um, best at how i'm speakin i riggity-rock a show and pack em in like puerto ricans i'm phat, i biggity-bang heads like jerry cooney i'm swingin the shit from west, pump her up to the booty buster, i miggity-musta stunned ya, blunder you blewa, i speak it, i freak it, i'm super, so do a..... chorus (x4) verse two: skoob, dray biggity-bang boomer, biggity-bust the lunatic rhymer i riggity-rings more bells than flo from mel's diner i'm giggity-gettin props because of the rhymes that i be bustin i'm sorry about, the condoms, sugar, you must provide the suction, cuz i got more greenbacks than the land of the west got sea stacks simplest, i'll call you snaggle if you puss-sy gab, so look at me flippin the tongue, bringin the fun, pass the hoover i'm swingity-swingin the funk, bangin her trunks in bermuda i dribbity-drop rungs, smoke blunts then drop my dipper i piggity-pass the miggity-microphone to my nigga hot damn, higgity-here i am, check it mister i'm rippin the track to dreads or you're dead from my fists of fury, i biggity-be's the damn judge and jury i'm cliggity-clockin g's cos these chumps always bore me yo baby, i drippity-drops nuff grammar i'm rippity-rippin shop wit my nigga boogie banger i got loot, i got knock boots to argentina ya stupid, i either wanna benz or a beamer so take that, i'm piggity-puttin your pipe when i'm smokin y'know kid, i ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya..... chorus (x4) verse three: skoob, dray well i'll be damned, higgity-here i am, check the slang, hops i biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to bangkok you're bedrock, now piggity-pass the blunt, sonny and let me piggity-pucker up and grab my nuts like al bundy i glassed em, i grits em, i shiggity-shoots my jizzum i giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom believe dat, i'm criggity-***in skulls when i'm rowdy i biggity-bang boots and hang loose like jim growlski i miggity-makes em rock like mr.gillespie makes em dizzy i piggity-pass the mic now, yo krayzie get busy shit's thick, i'm quick to stick a chick wit my dick like a sniper type o, fella that's hyper active, captive, plus i'm attractive horse for the course, suck my drawers then i'm back, kid styley, rowdy, then yo i'm audi 5 wit my loot, got more troops than in saudi arabia, maybe i, marry me an actress find her, phone her, bone her on the mattress tasket, tisket, polly wanna biscuit figgity-fuck the ***er, i'm the rapper that rip it, cos yo....... chorus to fade

08-06-2008, 17:25	#5 (permalink)
3n3sboy2 EN Adaletli Üyelik Tarihi: 09-08-2007 Yer: İstanbuL Mesajlar: 7,392 Rep Gücü: 119 Rep Puanı: 2949	Cevap: Das efx - Şarkı SözLerii... *Das Efx - Can't Have Nuttin'* intro: niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (nowadays yo) niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have) niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have) niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas niggas nowadays yo verse 1: dray well yo, they used to say that dray was a motherfuckin bum cos when it came to profit, son i really wasn't gettin none the wilest motherfucker that you ever saw they used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law now i'm in the shit, like a fly i was buggin from robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin sellin cocaine in the high school halls playin it slick i kept the balms up in some tennis balls i used to run across the bridge with my peeps i packed a tray-8, in dem days i was playin for keeps i used to roll around my hat and all day lookin for a prey that we could rob on broadway stickin niggas for their jewels if they're worthy made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey '86 and '87 was the year had the gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeah keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink see yeah saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink the beats was always showin up at my rest askin "does a certain drayzie live at this address? yes?" the spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt i had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out! i hit the south just like a bandit cos i was stranded virginia state in '88, you know that's where i landed i couldn't stand it, shit was feelin strange i made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough chorus: aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin (yo niggas just can't have nuttin) niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin) niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin) niggas just can't have nuttin (nowadays yo) -repeat x2- verse 2: skoob yo bust a move, peep the flav cos i'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays twenty-something years ago as i proceed to recollect a newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off bushwick bless the days, pops shot to get forth the -?vock?- and fifth damn, fam got to shift from the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth this was around the time smokin reefer was the shit but now the crib a little bigger i was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a nigga had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11 wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57 mom's babysittin, pop's on the hustle 54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffitti but i couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists cos now i'm 'cross town in the heights my nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums and motherfuckers don't care i love the street game so i stashed the green leaf by the air you couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver kept it fresh, double-parked in the caesar but i got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor and do moms a favour, go to school and get this fuckin paper so what's the caper cos now i'm all in at virginia state, now let the bullshit begin chorus: nowadays niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (yo niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo) niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo) niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin') nowadays niggas (niggas just can't have nuttin') verse 3: dray, skoob it was '89 and yo, i'm stayin out of fights i'm runnin with this nigga named books from crown heights gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up we're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up well nigga so what? you fucked the holdup and went whatevers then bucked the leathers, son i got to get my shit together gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what's the function smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin we're goin huntin, virginia didn't have shit for us that's why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorus gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend the deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin but yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to scram (aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn't handle) and yo, something got ta happen or i'ma get tha pappin we got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin packin skills from the sewer, i knew we had a shot gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what? if pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew makin all that money on that business as usual (tip tip tip) tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin they hit us with the digits to the cribs in long island so, we packed the henny and my men we got swayz and never lookin back, that's how we thinkin nowadays chorus: cos yo niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo) word up niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') nah niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') (yo that's why they got me rockin on the microphone) niggas just can't have nuttin' (yo niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin') nowadays niggas didn't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin') (well now they got me rockin on the microphone) (niggas just can't have nuttin') niggas just ain't (got a motherfuckin thing) nowadays (word up) niggas ain't got nuthin'

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