Comin Thru'

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

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

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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