Alright Lyrics - Singles - Das Efx

Intro: 

*alright* (x16) 

No doubt 

Aha, see what you want baby? 

Check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out 

Verse 1: skoob 

To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah) 

Cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit 

By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister 

You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah) 

It's the... now I'm the maniac with the flow (what? )? 

Til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga) 

Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha) 

Some say I got too much posse like flavor flav 

Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what? ) 

Ci-lo satan when I hit you with the triple 6 

Your shit be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives 

Shittin on mc's like I just took a laxative 

Now niggas know I gives a f**k about'cha crew 

You try to keep up but got stuck like the two 

Between nevers and atlantis, I kicks a frantic 

And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet 

Like this, boy! 

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Hook: 

*alright* (x8) 

Verse 2: dray 

Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next 

Nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx 

Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects 

Bring ya from the east so f**k the peace so if you spot us 

You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!) 

You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh) 

Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up) 

We're blowin up your f**kin spot (no doubt) 

Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not 

Now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this 

It's a crisis, I kill em dead with my devices 

My advice is you better learn a trade 

Before you kick a rhyme and end up f**kin gettin sprayed 

I keep you open like you're f**kin sessin me 

You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me 

Cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y 

Use to rock fila, bettin like I'm eli 

Photos 

With houston your style in need of boostin 

Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin 

I put my dues in so you know it's only right 

I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga) 

Chorus (x14) 

Verse 3: dray, skoob 

To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick 

My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic 

The shit the man kick'll make ya f**kin ass sick 

I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy 

Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me 

It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it 

I make it by the bucket so f**k it, I stock it 

It's just for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe 

I'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherf**ker) 

Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector 

I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way I wreck 

F**kin flow to final, motherf**k the title 

My nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherf**ker) 

That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end 

I bring it from the sewer, here my nigga come again 

The books in reverse kicks a verse 

I'm takin it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I persuit 

To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot 

I bring swing to the ring like luke doover 

Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar 

For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw caves in 

Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians 

Me get done? never son, I hold it down for 7-1-a 

Where niggas f**k around and where niggas lay 

Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like tim hardaway 

Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in rca 

Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin 

Plus I got another back in the oven 

Some heard the style and then construction on it 

But they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it 

C'mon, broke my blocks or I'll blow ya spot 

I rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox 

(so how we do? ) no shorts from niggas or they f**kin girl and (what you 

Got? ) 

More styles than the last got served (no doubt) 

So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight 

Cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt) 

Chorus to fade