Verse One: Dray, Skoob
Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo)
Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo? (Das EFX)
My records spin round and round like a merry-go
Here we go, riggity-raw as I ever was
Diggy Das blow the spot, shine fo'eva cuz
Same chrome (what?), never rock with the same flow
My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow
Aiyo, Boogie Bang what the deal, son? (Yo)
For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun?
Yo, when my record company fail, I'm gonna need bail (why?)
Flippin on coats like Latrell Sprewell
My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales
Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille
Like females, cats is fake, I snap and break
Your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe
Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divvy it up
Not givin a what, just give me a cut
We're livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singers
Shows get wild like Jerry Springer, ice on all fingers
Cross beared, me and my dogs fair
New York shittin, politicking, but yo kick it
Hook:
So yo set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back, c'mon
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back
Verse Two: Dray, Skoob
Cos I'm too nice, rockin blue ice
Jet black Ferrari runnin thru lights
My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness
Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this
Look at this, straight Gz, you can tell it's dope
In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope
Smellin smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke
Ain't no joke, you can quote every word I wrote
My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway
The thug way, miggity-Monday to Sunday
Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots
Stay hot (word) like them chicks from Baywatch (kid)
BK, to the UK, all the way to Guadalupe
Das got chicks shakin their bootay
Cats actin unrule-ay, who they?
Do they true-lay give a fuck? nah too late
Save em, ya gotcha L's, roll em up, kid
Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some
Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation
Nuff respects to my EFX Generation
Hook
Verse Three: Dray, Skoob
Hit me, brought the whole gang wit me
Sixty, peace to low down shifty
Strictly, send the world in a frenzy
My mens be, laid up in the penzy
Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again
Ghetto star, play the bar wit tha Heineken
Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk
The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk
My talk, slide in wit the sickedness
You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick wit dis
Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack MC's I'm testin ya (pow!)
Smack you with a chair like a wrestler
Boogie Bang, sewer rat buckwildin
Run the streets of Brooklyn, properties on an island
A pen and a pad, you know my steez when I'm weeded
Bring rhymes together like cleavage
So love it or leave it, I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feed
Hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to beat
Dreams are blastin' at my team, blast back
Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that
Hook (x1 1/2)
