Set It Off lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : Set It Off



 Send "Set It Off" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

Verse One: Dray Skoob

Yo (yo) yo (yo) yo
(yo)
Piggity presto who these cats on your
stereo? (Das EFX)
My records spin round and
round like a merry go
Here we go riggity raw
as I ever was
Diggy Das blow the spot sharp as
ever cuz
Same pro (what?) never rock with the
same flow
My chain glow like lines up in the
rainbow
Aiyo Boogie Bang what the deal son?
(Yo)
For real son break it down how you feel,
dun?

Yo, when my record company fail, I'm
gonna need bail (why?)
Flippin on coats like
Latrell Sprewell
My cat's gone broke off
blowin weed sales
Can't see mine, dickhead,
you're gonna need braille
Like females, cats
is fake, I snap and break
your biggity-back
and neck and crack the safe
Snatch the cake,
get in the truck, divi' it up
Not givin the
one just give me ya cup
We're livin it up, my
crew get buck in berry singers
Shows get wild
like Jerry Springer, ice on all fingers
Frost
bear, me and my girls fare
New York share
politican, so

Hook:

So yo set it
off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it
off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it
off
(Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me
back, c'mon
Set it off, get it off, let it
off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set
it off, get it off, let it off
(Like that) I
wanna break fool, cock me back

Verse Two:
Dray, Skoob

Cos I'm too nice, rockin blue
ice
Jet black Ferrari runnin thru lights
My
crew tight, riggity-roll with the
ruggedness
Enough of this, yo it's time to put
a thug in this
Look at this, straight Gz, you
can tell it's dope
In your face, kid, you
don't need a telescope
Smellin smoke, break
the mic, make sure it's broke
????, you can
quote every word I wrote
My antidote,
stiggity-straight from the subway
The thug
way, miggity-Monday to Sunday

Lyrical
dum-dums, watch the stray shots
stay hot like
them chicks from Baywatch
BK, to the UK, all
the way to Guatalupe
Das got chicks shakin
their booty
Cats actin unrul-ey, who
they?
Do they, should they, give a fuck, nah
too late
Save em, ya gotcha els, roll em up,
kid
Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save
some
Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop
nation
Nuff respects to my EFX
Generation

Hook

Verse Three: Dray,
Skoob

Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the
whole gang wit me
Sixty, peace to low down
shifty
Strictly, send the world in a
frenzy
My mens be, laid up in the
penzy
Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme
again
Devils stall, play the ball, went to
Heineken
Find a friend, hit her off with the
fly talk
The sly talk, riggity-right off the
sidewalk
My talk, slidin with the
sickedness
You're lickin this like a lollipop,
sick of this

Miggity-makin moves on a
regular, wack MC's I'm testin ya
Smack you
with a chair like a wrestler
Boogie Bang,
sewer rat buckwildin
Run the streets of
Brooklyn, properties on an island
A pen and a
pad, you know my steez when I'm weeded
Bring
rhymes together like cleavage
So love it or
leave it, I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to
feed
hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials
to plea
Trees are blastin out my team, blast
back
Matter fact, my game is tight and that's
that

Hook (x1 1/2)