Cummin' At Cha lyrics

[Featuring Das EFX]

Verse One: Erick Sermon

Yes return the last dragon balls of fire

Back to attack and sharp like barbed wire

The ruff rugged male human black alien

My style's foreign compared to an Israelian

I rock and shock a new style

Hardcore's the profile I bust a cap for the buckwild

I'm back in effect how's that?

I'm not Teddy Riley but I'm swingin like a New Jack

You know me so yo check my flow G

I rock 48 Hours like Nick Nolte

And for your information...

I found wack MC's camps and do em like Jason

Yeah, doyouknow what they call me?

E Double who raps off the walls see

I work out, yeah I do my fitness

So I can find a mistress, while I'm in the business

A gold digger, with the hourglass figure (why?)

'I'm feelin sad,' damn nigga!

Now I'm rockin the house with Das EFX

*They want EFX*, yeah some live effects

M.D. got my back, so I'm goin for mine

So watch it, or pop pop pop goes my nine

Verse Two: Parrish Smith

Here we here we go... (who?) slow flow so watch the head blow

No rules in the rap game, I'm throwin elbows

(The name) Mic Doc (say what?) this is hip-hop

Roll with the Hit Squad, stomp like the Go-Bots

(Shiggedy shots bust) Parrish Smith rocks the spot

Pumps em off the block, hits because my tune knocks

Tower down over suckers next is Das EFX

(Biggedy mic check um, one two check uhh

I think I wann rock it M.D.) OK Drayz bet

Time to exit, yo, so I'm out there

If you want me you can find me at the crib

Still gettin mine rippin rhymes on the mainline

Don't play me or pop goes the nine

Verse Three: Drayz, Skoob

Biggedy bang yowza, higgedy howabout a mic wrecker

I biggedy break a back, I'm black and I can Decker

Nigga, ya figgedy figure the, way I kick it

I'm dashin, I stiggedy stuck Johnny for his Cash and

I trashed him, I miggedy made the bastard look sloppy

Copy, I pack a nine if you try to stop me

Niggedy I'm the bungle, I'm swingin it from the left so tell the Chef

Boy-are-dee's niggaz nice, and plus I'm def

Tiggedy take your life asthma, the jibbedy jibber jabber ruff rapper

I wreck it then I step like a ladder

So add a, niggedy nother page into my rap book

I strike like, the weapon or a mother at the crack book

I giggedy give a fender, figgedy bender, to a tender, roni

Lik umm, Chachi, then Joni

She'll stagger, when I move my lips like Mick Jagger

She'll go goo-goo, gah-gah, they call me Ali Baba

The jibbedy jibber jabber, jibbedy jibber jabber, jaw

Riggedy wreck it quick and get, raw

I'm thiggedy throwin the slang, like a boomer-rang

Kill the rumor, bang, I steal a show like I used to steal Puma's

Then I rock it, a topic from the sewer or the trash can

I'm niggedy not the video game, but I'm like Pac Man

I'm slick right, I got more Dick than Van Dyke

Liggedy let the nines clap, cause I'm back to the Manpike