| 歌曲 | Krazy Wit da Books |
| 歌手 | Das EFX |
| 专辑 | Straight Up Sewaside |
| 作词 : Bacharach, Charity, David ... | |
| Intro/chorus： | |
| Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books | |
| Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all | |
| Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books | |
| Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all | |
| Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books | |
| Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all | |
| Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books | |
| (fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow) | |
| Verse 1: dray, skoob | |
| Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, i'm in the mood again so watch | |
| Me do this | |
| I'm out to do these rappers just like popeye did brutus | |
| The super dooper trooper, oops i'm no beginner | |
| So watch me get loose and run [******t] like bill skinner | |
| I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it | |
| There's ******s down my slack, yes i'm the baddest when i wreck it | |
| See i'm nicer than the rest, i guess i gots ta prove it | |
| Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when i use it | |
| See i'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it | |
| I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket | |
| I drop it from the east, at least i'm gettin mine in | |
| Some ******s gettin jealous cos of the way that i be rhymin | |
| Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? sorry to keep you waitin | |
| It's like nuttin when i'm throwin somethin rougher than menstruation | |
| Crabs, i'm followed by a camp like john cougar | |
| Mellen, tell them punks i put a swellin, for the lords split'cha | |
| I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter | |
| I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the harlem river | |
| Oh what the hell, i smoked a half a el then ???? | |
| Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see | |
| It's back to basics if you're wacked then ******s hate we | |
| Got the knack to freak a track like i was printin in some nations | |
| Boy, i'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope | |
| I'm madder than the mad hatter and yabber dabber **** and you can quote... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: dray, books | |
| Well once again it's the spectacular, i checkin the back and ya [******] | |
| Face it | |
| Terrorisin mc's as if my name was jason | |
| I crash 'n' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle | |
| I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like mr. jekyll | |
| I bring it from the guts, my dj got the cuts | |
| The [******t] that i bringin got'cha swingin on my nuts | |
| I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle | |
| Drop the type of [******t] that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle | |
| I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, i serve ya, rip the faucet | |
| My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see i be bustin like | |
| Fireworks, i fire jerks scullin then i step | |
| I'm back from hibernation and i'm ween to keep a rep | |
| Give it a rest fool, straight ***** of fire, boy i'm flyer than a ****pit | |
| Hah i rocks [******t] and knock ******s out the blocks wit | |
| Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx | |
| I'm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next | |
| Like booyaa, no ya not true, don't mean illusion | |
| Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future | |
| Plus i'm cool to ****** the brain, i drain a 40 for the belly | |
| I'm aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli | |
| Plus i'm sinkin ******ps, doin whatever makes the blow rock | |
| My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime | |
| When i groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up | |
| Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy | |
| Chorus to fade |
| zuò cí : Bacharach, Charity, David ... | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books | |
| Yes yes y' all, yes y' all, yes y' all, yes y' all | |
| Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books | |
| Yes yes y' all, yes y' all, yes y' all, yes y' all | |
| Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books | |
| Yes yes y' all, yes y' all, yes y' all, yes y' all | |
| Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books | |
| fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow | |
| Verse 1: dray, skoob | |
| Well comin to school ya it' s the hooligan, i' m in the mood again so watch | |
| Me do this | |
| I' m out to do these rappers just like popeye did brutus | |
| The super dooper trooper, oops i' m no beginner | |
| So watch me get loose and run t like bill skinner | |
| I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it | |
| There' s s down my slack, yes i' m the baddest when i wreck it | |
| See i' m nicer than the rest, i guess i gots ta prove it | |
| Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when i use it | |
| See i' m quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it | |
| I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket | |
| I drop it from the east, at least i' m gettin mine in | |
| Some s gettin jealous cos of the way that i be rhymin | |
| Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? sorry to keep you waitin | |
| It' s like nuttin when i' m throwin somethin rougher than menstruation | |
| Crabs, i' m followed by a camp like john cougar | |
| Mellen, tell them punks i put a swellin, for the lords split' cha | |
| I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter | |
| I dipdipdob wit more drive than the harlem river | |
| Oh what the hell, i smoked a half a el then ???? | |
| Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see | |
| It' s back to basics if you' re wacked then s hate we | |
| Got the knack to freak a track like i was printin in some nations | |
| Boy, i' m slipper than soaponarope | |
| I' m madder than the mad hatter and yabber dabber and you can quote... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: dray, books | |
| Well once again it' s the spectacular, i checkin the back and ya | |
| Face it | |
| Terrorisin mc' s as if my name was jason | |
| I crash ' n' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle | |
| I' m quick to switch up and kick ass like mr. jekyll | |
| I bring it from the guts, my dj got the cuts | |
| The t that i bringin got' cha swingin on my nuts | |
| I' m not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle | |
| Drop the type of t that make ya flip and get' cha swivacle | |
| I' m nasty with the verbs, kid, i serve ya, rip the faucet | |
| My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see i be bustin like | |
| Fireworks, i fire jerks scullin then i step | |
| I' m back from hibernation and i' m ween to keep a rep | |
| Give it a rest fool, straight of fire, boy i' m flyer than a pit | |
| Hah i rocks t and knock s out the blocks wit | |
| Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx | |
| I' m slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next | |
| Like booyaa, no ya not true, don' t mean illusion | |
| Kickin a styles til ' 96, taking backs to the future | |
| Plus i' m cool to the brain, i drain a 40 for the belly | |
| I' m aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli | |
| Plus i' m sinkin ps, doin whatever makes the blow rock | |
| My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime | |
| When i groove up put your dukes up or catch a oopsup | |
| Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy | |
| Chorus to fade |