Das Efx - Alright lyrics

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 n***a's throats gettin slit By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister You punk b**h, 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 (n***a) 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 n***a out the clique (what? ) Ci-lo satan when I hit you with the triple 6 Your sh** be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives sh**tin on mc's like I just took a laxative Now n***as know I gives a f**k 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 n***a krazy drayzie representin das efx Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects Bring ya from the east so f**k 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), n***a please (uhh) Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up) We're blowin up your f**kin 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 k** em dead with my devices My advice is you better learn a trade Before you kick a rhyme and end up f**kin gettin sprayed I keep you open like you're f**kin 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 n***as hold tight (hold tight n***a) 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 sh** the man kick'll make ya f**kin a** sick I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy Poppin all this sh** 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 f**k 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 (motherf**ker) Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector I be the krazy drayzie, n***a check the way I wreck F**kin flow to final, motherf**k the title My n***a dj dice is on the vinyl (motherf**ker) That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end I bring it from the sewer , here my n***a 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 n***as f**k around and where n***as lay Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like tim hardaway Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in rca Aw sh**, I got you buggin, flippin that sh** 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, b**h a** n***as ain't got nuttin for it C'mon, broke my blocks or I'll blow ya spot I rock like that bald-headed n***a on fox (so how we do? ) no shorts from n***as or they f**kin 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