Rashad Smith - Set it Off lyrics

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 sh**tin, 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, co*k 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, co*k 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 f**? 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, bullsh** 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)