Das Efx - Set It Off Lyrics
Verse one: dray, skoobYo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo)Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo? (das efx)My records spin round and round like a merry-goHere we go, riggity-raw as I ever wasDiggy das blow the spot, sharp as ever, cuzSame pro (what? ), never rock with the same flowMy chain glow like lines up in the rainbowAiyo, boogie bang what the deal, son? (yo)For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun?Yo, when my record company fail, Im gonna need bail (why? )Flippin on coats like latrell sprewellMy cats gone broke off blowin weed salesCant see mine, dickhead, youre gonna need brailleLike females, cats is fake, I snap and breakYour biggity-back and neck and crack the safeSnatch the cake, get in the truck, divi it upNot givin the one just give me ya cupWere livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singersShows get wild like jerry springer, ice on all fingersFrost bear, me and my girls fareNew york share politican, soHook:So yo set it off, get it off, let it offSet it off, get it off, let it offSet it off, get it off, let it off(like that) I wanna break fool, ***** me back, cmonSet it off, get it off, let it offSet it off, get it off, let it offSet it off, get it off, let it off(like that) I wanna break fool, ***** me backVerse two: dray, skoobCos Im too nice, rockin blue iceJet black ferrari runnin thru lightsMy crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggednessEnough of this, yo its time to put a thug in thisLook at this, straight gz, you can tell its dopeIn your face, kid, you dont need a telescopeSmellin smoke, break the mic, make sure its broke? ? ? ? , you can quote every word I wroteMy antidote, stiggity-straight from the subwayThe thug way, miggity-monday to sundayLyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shotsStay hot like them chicks from baywatchBk, to the uk, all the way to guatalupeDas got chicks shakin their bootyCats actin unrul-ey, who they?Do they, should they, give a *****, nah too lateSave em, ya gotcha els, roll em up, kidBlaze em, roll a whole dime but save someThrow your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nationNuff respects to my efx generationHookVerse three: dray, skoobAiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit meSixty, peace to low down shiftyStrictly, send the world in a frenzyMy mens be, laid up in the penzyCorrectly, when its my turn to rhyme againDevils stall, play the ball, went to heinekenFind a friend, hit her off with the fly talkThe sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalkMy talk, slidin with the sickednessYoure lickin this like a lollipop, sick of thisMiggity-makin moves on a regular, wack mcs Im testin yaSmack you with a chair like a wrestlerBoogie bang, sewer rat buckwildinRun the streets of brooklyn, properties on an islandA pen and a pad, you know my steez when Im weededBring rhymes together like cleavageSo love it or leave it, I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feedHip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to pleaTrees are blastin out my team, blast backMatter fact, my game is tight and thats thatHook (x1 1/2)
