Intro/Chorus:
  Comin thru' wit my crew like this
  Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
  Comin thru wit my crew like this
  Uhh, wit my crew like this
  Comin thru wit my crew like this
  Boy what? Wit my crew like this
  Comin thru wit my crew like this
  Uhh, wit my crew like this
  Verse One: Dray, Skoob
  Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop
  I be the Krayzie Drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop
  like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
  that's why all these niggas wanna be down like Brandy
  They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin
  I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin
  Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal
  and I been drinkin St.Ives before dem commercials
  I puff a el everytime I gotta write again
  so I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman
  Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholasis
  Boy, I'll 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
  Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper
  who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin ????
  Flavor like twice so you better rise up
  Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
  No ruggle, I'm bout to shove anover
  blunt, where I two-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 thru'
  Chorus
  Verse Two: Dray, Skoob
  I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy
  I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like Ziggy
  Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what they call me
  kickity Krayzie Drayzie on the mic so what you want G?
  I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin
  See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin
  This ain't Craig Mack but black you know the flave
  I briggity break that ass up just like Super Dave
  I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo
  I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo
  Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck?
  Shit is on and my palms don't sweat
  Forty days and nights get in some fights
  to get this style piece and on before this water mic scored
  Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
  Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie
  Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin
  for dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
  juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour
  distortin my behaviour (Check it out)
  Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys
  It's the Books, style underground
  Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit
  and when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this
  Comin thru
  Chorus
  (Comin thru wit my crew like this)
  Comin thru, what? Blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss
  (Comin thru wit my crew like this)
  (Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew like this)
  Uh comin thru
  *conversation to end*