Comin Thru' Lyrics - Singles - Das Efx

Intro/Chorus: 

Comin thru' wit my crew like this 

Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru 

Comin thru wit my crew like this 

Uhh, wit my crew like this 

Comin thru wit my crew like this 

Boy what? Wit my crew like this 

Comin thru wit my crew like this 

Uhh, wit my crew like this 

Verse One: Dray, Skoob 

Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop 

I be the Krayzie Drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop 

like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy 

that's why all these niggas wanna be down like Brandy 

They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin 

I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin 

Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal 

and I been drinkin St.Ives before dem commercials 

I puff a el everytime I gotta write again 

so I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman 

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Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholasis 

Boy, I'll still sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist 

Spot-blower especially when I'm not sober 

Twisted in the head I'm seein red like October 

Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper 

who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin? 

Flavor like twice so you better rise up 

Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up 

No ruggle, I'm bout to shove anover 

blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York undercover 

And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city 

Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty 

Comin thru' 

Chorus 

Verse Two: Dray, Skoob 

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I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy 

I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like Ziggy 

Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what they call me 

kickity Krayzie Drayzie on the mic so what you want G? 

I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin 

See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin 

This ain't Craig Mack but black you know the flave 

I briggity break that ass up just like Super Dave 

I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo 

I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo 

Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck? 

Shit is on and my palms don't sweat 

Forty days and nights get in some fights 

to get this style piece and on before this water mic scored 

Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me 

Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie 

Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin 

for dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten 

juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour 

distortin my behaviour (Check it out) 

Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys 

It's the Books, style underground 

Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit 

and when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this 

Comin thru 

Chorus 

(Comin thru wit my crew like this) 

Comin thru, what? Blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss 

(Comin thru wit my crew like this) 

(Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew like this) 

Uh comin thru 

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