Kaught In Da Ak Lyrics - Das Efx

Bring it in one time, solid scheme 

Hook: (x3) 

(gotta story to tell y'all) 

(here's a lil' story I got ta do) 

Verse 1: books 

Uh 

Well say hello to the bad guy or am I or (shit) cos I'm ya 

Local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama 

Plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna 

I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick t'wanna 

*? prawley? *, some ignore me, others I bother 

For the props and top dollar, g I'm doin what I gotta, see 

I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start (f**kin) for nuttin 

And no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust 

Now's the time to make my move cos I'm out to do tha 

Kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up) 

I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew 

But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me 

I'm catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot 

And I ain't spinnin it in the joint but better yet 

These days I'm all professional, some new (shit) I got 

I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit 

Back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas 

To pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (I hear ya kid) 

Now as for me g let's just say I learnt the rules 

I paid my dues and now I cruise in my lexus 

No better time than the present to make him an offer 

He can't refuse but might regret it, so i'ma set it 

Hook 

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Verse 2: dray 

Well, umm, take this job and shove it 

Punk (f**k) it, another day of workin 

My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin 

Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way 

Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin 

I wanna bust wit disgust cos I'm sour (aha) 

Takin all the (shit) and only gettin four dollars a hour 

There go some bitches swearin that they better 

Givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the (f**kin) jetter 

I gets no pay though cos they know that you know 

Can't wait to take a (f**kin) break so I can go and puff this buddha 

I'm bustin my ass but my cash just ain't stockin 

Now who's this creepin up the (f**kin) block-in? 

Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this 

Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that lexus 

The (shit) is killin me, why this kid grillin me? 

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Actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me 

Up wit some hot (shit), I spot (shit), I'm buggin 

I f**kin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin 

My area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin 

We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin 

Like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin 

He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin 

Umm, let him kick it cos I ain't tryin to sink in 

I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin 

Hook 

Interlude: dray & (books) conversing 

Yo what up kid? I know that was you b, yo waz up? 

(yo what up kid? yo, I'm just out here doin my thing man 

I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you? ) 

Yo what's up? put me on kid, ya see what I'm doin? 

(I'm sayin man, what you doin man? ) 

Word up, I get off in a few b 

(aight! yo I'm tryin ta see ya, word is bond!) 

Yo yo, I ain't frontin kid, word is bond! 

(yo i'ma see ya aight) 

Verse 3: dray, books 

Bringin it back cos now I'm wit it 

I'm lookin ta make this loot so now I figure 

I hooked up with this nigga 

Because he bound to make my pocket's bigger 

I'm lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and I'm willin 

He scooped up, suit me up 

Boost me ups so now I guess we're chillin 

I'm guessin we're like on some back-in-the-day (shit) 

I need you to do me this 

Justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid (shit) 

Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger 

Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga 

Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I'm on it 

I leave em layin stiff and if that's how ya really want it 

I'm buggin when I pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin 

Yo, hold up, cops! yo I think them cops is peepin 

Oh (shit), where they at? stash the gat, toss the erb 'cause 

Jakes checkin my plates and I'm tryin not to swerve, word 

My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like schemin g 

I'm pullin to the curb because these *? hertz? * is high -beamin me 

*police sirens* 

Hook