Текст песни Comin' Thru - Das EFX

Comin' through with my crew like this
I'm with my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
With my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
With my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
With my crew like this

Yo, yo, it's 1995, this the way my crew troop
I be the Krayzie Drayzie, come to put you on the stoop
Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
That's why all these niggas wanna be down like Brandy
They huffin' and puffin' but still ain't sayin' nothin'
I see them bluffin', they full of shit like stuffin'
Without rehearsal my style is universal
And I be drinkin' St. Ides before them commercials
I puff an L every time I got a writer jam
So I can climb the fuckin' charts like Spiderman
Yo, yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholastic
Boy, I 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
The jibber jabber, ain't a livin' rapper deeper
Who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin' trapper keeper
Flavor like twice so you better rise up
Freak the Off the Wall style like a game of flys up
Yo, brother, I'm 'bout to shove another
Blunt where I chew, 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' through with my crew like this
I'm with my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
With my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
With my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
With my crew like this

I'm bringin' it back with my niggy
It's goin' down, no diggy
I riggedy rock the miggidy mic and got dreads like Ziggy
Marley, done on the Harley, yo, what they call me?
Kiggidy Krayzie Drayzie on the mic so what you want, G?
I'm rantin' and ravin', still misbehavin'
See, I be causin' trouble ever since I started shavin'
This ain't Craig Mack but, black, you know the flav'
I riggedy break that ass up just like Super Dave
I'm kiggidy comin' with a Gang Starr like Guru
I put it through you, you're stiggidy stick like doo doo
Kiggidy guess who next up on deck for wreck
Shit is on and my palms don't sweat
40 Days and nights couldn't suffice
To get this style piece in order for this war the mic's brought
That ass tried to slip a fast one by me
Claimin' to represent the murderers like Johnny
Cochran but ain't no stoppin' what I'm diggidy droppin'
For the forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
Juvenile delinquents 'cause I still stink with ghetto flavor
Distortin' my behavior
Toots, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammy's
It's the Books, style underground, lounge with the crooks
On some old major look type shit
And when I come through I'm with my crew like this

Comin' through with my crew like this
I'm with my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
With my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
With my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
I'm with my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
I'm with my crew like this
Comin' through with my crew like this
I'm with my crew like this