Rappaz

歌詞

Verse 1: Dray I gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, G I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like Willis Heiman, when I'm rhymin I'm makin the pape's like Simon says ta, my stick it ta master, I still be the best-a I figgity (fuck) the flame but in the sun, now time for Esther So hi-ho I'm Silver, I'm makin the pape's when I kicks the (shit) that'll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his ticks For the chicks, I be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicks So yibbida yabber yoozy, (fuck) that floozy Suzy Chapstick So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy I'm swingin my Dukes of Hazard just like???? on Daisy I'm swayze Hook (x8): (*Rappaz just ain't what they used to be*) Verse 2: Books I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be rippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me so I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby cos I'm the (shit), G U hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they Timberlands I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin I lost it but I hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it So hip hip hooray, wantin me while I do a new way to school a new jay, you say "Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks" Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops Hook (x8) Verse 3: Dray Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back rippin the hip-hop, Penelope pitstop Doin the bitin, the shit I be writin, you're givin me rabies They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies Hey ladies, I know A-B's, I'm makin CD's I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your Weeties Comprendo, so let your friends know I'm losin my noodle cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip a QB Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in Hangin loosely, oh yes G, niggas be tryin to test me Hook (x8) Verse 4: Books Hear ye, don't look any further G, see he here is Still mic checkin (shit), still Dead Serious Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static G? I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, I'm robbin that hockey huh I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed So me and my-a, I's flyer then the witches sweeper Deep, as keep ya's drunk, jump into it like Aretha I Boogie Bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't G Will agains, I'm gettin elegant with the skill again It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my philly friend Hook (x8)