[Hook]

Comin thru' wit my crew like this

Aah, I'm wit my crew like this (repeatedly)

[Verse 1]

[Dray]

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 L everytime I gotta write a jam

So I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman

[Books]

Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholastic

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 fucking trapper keeper

Flavor like twice so you better rise up

Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up

Yo brother, I'm bout to shove another

Blunt, where I chew-talk this 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'

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

[Dray]

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, yo what they call me?

Kiggity 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 that Gang Starr like Guru

I put it thru you, ya stiggity stink like doo doo

[Books]

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 an order for this water mic slaughter

Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me

Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnny

Cochrane, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin

For the forgotten, the low down dirty rotten

Juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour

Distortin my behaviour (Check it out)

Toots, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys

It's the Books, style underground

Lounge with the crooks on some ol' major look-type shit

And when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this

[Hook]