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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)
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