Alright

Intro:

*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