Lyrics Baknaffek - Das EFX
People
people
people
people
People
people
people
people
Shippity
bop,
well
hot
diggity,
where′s
the
iggity?
The
bum
siggity
Niggas
wanna
know
but
check
the
flow
my
little
trickity
I'm
comin′
with
the
books
so
kid,
it
looks
like
it's
a
winner
Ya
better
get'cha
plate
because
I′m
servin′
raps
for
dinner
See
I
freak
it
from
the
sewer
plus
I'm
quick
to
do
ya
posse
I′m
swoopin'
on
the
note
just
like
I
was
a
kamikaze
See
they
thought
I
lost
my
spot
so
they
went
and
got
real
comfy
So
now
I
gotta
hit
him
hard
and
Bogart
like
Humphrey
Ya
hypocrite,
I′m
rippin'
it
because
I′m
flyer
Ya
phony,
full
of
bologne
like
Oscar
Meyer
See
I
attack
a
pack
of
rappers
just
for
practice
I
bust
my
tactics,
I'm
sharper
than
a
F-axe-iss
Set
it
off
One
two
Set
it
off
Yeah
it's
the
books
in
reverse
The
next
cap
sendin
a
big-up
to
my
borough
I′m
thorough,
wetter
than
a
ghetto
from
Medini-Bop
Takin′
lessons,
swayin'
niggas
on
graffitti
Rockin′
other
slang
ranger,
bring
a
banger,
interpretation
My
nerves
is
achin',
see
I′m
sick
of
niggas
perpetratin'
But
can′t
see
this,
I'm
screamin'
on
they
records
like
Beavis
Or
butt
head,
I
bust
heads
like
Amy
Fisher
Isser,
blisser,
hit
you
like
an
accident
And
if
I′m
in
your
town
you
might
meet
me
at
the
Radisson
Or
splatterin′,
batterin'
crews
for
lip
chatterin′
It
ain't
nuttin′
new
That's
how
we
do,
my
crew
is
back
again
People
people
people
people
(Baknaffek,
how′s
that?)
People
people
people
people
(Baknaffek,
how's
that?)
People
people
people
people
(Baknaffek,
how's
that?)
People
people
people
people
(Baknaffek,
how′s
that?)
Well
here
I
go
again,
so
dig
the
flow
again,
try
not
to
bite
A
bigger
nigga
with
my
left
and
then
I
flick
′em
with
my
right
I'm
outta
sight,
look
how
I
do
it,
ya
blew
it
if
you
missed
a
Nigga
on
the
microphone
′cos
I
can
roll
a
sister
Word
is
bond,
I'm
on
some
nuke,
new
like
this
Grab
a
piece
of
steel
and
shoot
the
giff
like
Chris
Cringle,
lost
my
jingle,
don′t
it
make
ya
shiver
Give
a
nigga
what
he
needs
so
he
can
bleed
when
I
deliver
Aah
microphone
check,
what
the
heck?
I
do
that
then
because
I
used
to
catch
a
wreck
Wit
it,
that's
the
time
I
hot
talk,
spit
it
For
Christ′s
sake
I'm
in
to
hit
the
brakes
and
you're
skiddin′
You
in,
Messiah
did
it,
but
y′all
can
keep
that
'Cos
now
I′m
on
some
other
type
of
flow
and
best
believe
that
And
all
that,
small
cat,
my
format,
deranged
Honey
I'm
back
to
run
things
′cos
some
things
is
never
changed,
punk
So
if
you're
drunk,
I
freak
the
funk
until
you′re
sober
But
still
be
gettin'
chills
when
niggas
know
that
winter's
over
Kickin′
the
flam
yo
it′s
the
man,
tick
tock,
I
jam
like
gridlock
My
style
is
fender
bendin'
sendin′
rappers
to
the
pit
stop
Good
Lord
O'
mercy,
hit
reversy
if
you
missed
it
And
busboy
give
the
speech
′cos
like
a
preacher,
baby
I'm
twisted
Kid
I
swing
a
dome-buster
light,
bone
crush
a
smith
Bust
up
your
lips
then
puff
up
a
spliff
So
yo,
who
be
dat?
Dat
wanna
do
me
like
this
to
get
Booby
trapped
jack,
cos
my
crew
be
strapped
fat
like
dat
People
people
people
people
(Baknaffek,
how′s
that?)
People
people
people
people
(Baknaffek,
how's
that?)
People
people
people
people
(Baknaffek,
how's
that?)
People
people
people
people
(Baknaffek,
how′s
that?)
Bust
a
flavor
Word
up
uh,
yeah,
uh,
yeah
Check
it
out
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