Song Lyrics Das EFX - Kaught In Da Ak    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> D>> Das EFX Singer Lyrics [Das EFX other resources]>> Kaught In Da Ak Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Das EFX Music Title/Track: Kaught In Da Ak Theme ID: 6249 Album: N/A Bring it in one time Solid Scheme Hook: (x3) (Gotta story to tell y'all) (Here's a lil' story I got ta do) Verse 1: Books Uh Well say hello to the bad guy or am I or [shit] cos I'm ya local slinger swinger quick ta bring the drama plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick T'wanna *?Prawley?* some ignore me others I bother for the props and top dollar, G I'm doin what I gotta, see I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start [fuckin] for nuttin and no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust Now's the time to make my move cos I'm out to do tha kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up) I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me I'm catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot and I ain't spinnin it in the joint but better yet These days I'm all professional, some new [shit] I got I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas to pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (I hear ya kid) Now as for me G let's just say I learnt the rules I paid my dues and now I cruise in my Lexus No better time than the present to make him an offer He can't refuse but might regret it, so I'ma set it Hook Verse 2: Dray Well, umm, take this job and shove it punk [fuck] it, another day of workin My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin I wanna bust wit disgust cos I'm sour (aha) Takin all the [shit] and only gettin four dollars a hour There go some bitches swearin that they better givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the [fuckin] jetter I gets no pay though cos they know that you know can't wait to take a [fuckin] break so I can go and puff this buddha I'm bustin my ass but my cash just ain't stockin Now who's this creepin up the [fuckin] block-in? Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that Lexus The [shit] is killin me, why this kid grillin me? actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me up wit some hot [shit], I spot [shit], I'm buggin I fuckin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin my area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin Umm, let him kick it cos I ain't tryin to sink in I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin Hook Interlude: Dray & (Books) conversing Yo what up kid? I know that was you B, yo waz up? (Yo what up kid? Yo, I'm just out here doin my thing man I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you?) Yo what's up? Put me on kid, ya see what I'm doin?? (I'm sayin man, what you doin man?) Word up, I get off in a few B (Aight! Yo I'm tryin ta see ya, word is bond!) Yo yo, I ain't frontin kid, word is bond! (Yo I'ma see ya aight) Verse 3: Dray, Books Bringin it back cos now I'm wit it I'm lookin ta make this loot so now I figure I hooked up with this nigga because he bound to make my pocket's bigger I'm lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and I'm willin He scooped up, suit me up boost me ups so now I guess we're chillin I'm guessin we're like on some back-in-the-day [shit] I need you to do me this justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid [shit] Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I'm on it I leave em layin stiff and if that's how ya really want it I'm buggin when I pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin Yo, hold up, cops! Yo I think them cops is peepin Oh [shit], where they at? Stash the gat, toss the erb cuz Jakes checkin my plates and I'm tryin not to swerve, word My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like schemin G I'm pullin to the curb because these *?hertz?* is high -beamin me *police sirens* Hook Related Lyrics Random lyrics: No Doubt, Rap Scholar, Rap Scholar (Original Version), Rappaz, Raw Breed, Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes, Real Hip Hop, Real Hip-hop, Rite Now, Set It Off, Shine, Somebody Told Me, Straight Out The Sewer, Take It Back, They Want EFX, Undaground Rappa, Whut Goes Around, Wontu, Aura, Blutquell (Charles Baudelaire), Chroma, Das Dunkle Land, Dein Leben, Der Achte Tag, Der Schrei, Des Satans Neue Kleider, Destillat, Die Propheten, Egodram, Ein Tag Vergeht, Engel, Firmament, Frevel, Garten Eden, Gier, Gottes Tod, Grund Der Seele, He Mensch, Im Ich, Irrlicht, Jericho, Kain Und Abel, Keimzeit, Kindgott, Krieg Im Paradies, Krieger, Lugen Und Das Ich, Reflex, Sagenlicht, Schwanenschrei, Other Das EFX song Lyrics 40 & A Blunt Lyrics 40 a Blunt Lyrics 40 and A Blunt Lyrics Alright Lyrics Bad News Lyrics Baknaffek Lyrics Brooklyn To T-Neck Lyrics Brooklyn To T-neck Lyrics Buck Buck Lyrics Buck-buck Lyrics Cant Have Nuttin Lyrics ...Show All Other Artists Das Ich Lyrics Das Modul Lyrics Das Pop Lyrics Das Projekt Lyrics Dashboard Confessional Lyrics dashboard confessionals Lyrics Dashboard Prophets Lyrics Dashborad Confessional Lyrics Dasse Lyrics Dassin Joe Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy