Comin Thru’ lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : Comin Thru’



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 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 sh*t 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 f**kin 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 f**kin ?
? ? ? 
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 as* 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 as* 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 as* 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, f**k 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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