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das efx – krazy wit da books

Dalszöveg és fordítás: das efx - krazy wit da books Az alábbiakban egymás mellett láthatod a dalszöveget és a fordítást. Oldalunkon még több dalszöveg és fordítás ettől az előadótól: das efx Nézd meg az archívumot és a többi dalszöveget is. Kattints das efx] előadó nevének d kezdőbetűjére és keress még több dalt tőle: das efx. Az archívumban olyan dalokat találsz, mint a/az krazy wit da books.

EREDETI

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 [shit] like Bill Skinner

I formulate my raps, perhaps you want to kick it

There's niggas 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 niggas gettin jealous 'cause 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 niggas 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 Dope and you can quote...

Chorus

Verse 2: Dray, Books

Well once again it's the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya [fuckin]

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 [shit] that I bringin got'cha swingin on my nuts

I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle

Drop the type of [shit] 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 'cause 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 balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit

Hah I rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit

Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx

I'm slick, watch your tip 'cause 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 fuck 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 ships, 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 'cause this the piece beneath the steps, boy

Chorus to fade

FORDÍTÁS

Intro/Kórus:

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books

Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, 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)

Vers 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 rapper just like Popeye did Brutus

The super dooper trooper, oops I'm no beginner

So watch me get loose and run [shit] like Bill Skinner

I formulate my raps, maybe you want to kick it

There's niggas 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 niggas gettin galous 'cause of the way that I be rhymin

Ooh, hello, hogy a fenébe vagy? 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, mondd meg a punkoknak, hogy egy kis pezsgést adtam, mert a nagyurak szétválasztottak.

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 niggas 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 Dope and you can quote...

Chorus

Vers 2: Dray, Books

Well once again it's the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya [fuckin]

face it

Terrorisin MC's as if my name was Jason

I crash 'n' clash em, monster mash em till 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 [shit] that I bringin got'cha swingin on my nuts

I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a wonder

Drop the type of [shit] 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 'cause 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 balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit

Hah I rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit

Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx

I'm slick, watch your tip 'cause 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 fuck 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 ships, 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 'cause this the piece beneath the steps, boy

Chorus to fade

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