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