Das Efx - Rappaz lyrics

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 [f**] 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 [sh**] 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 a** kicks So yibbida yabber yoozy, [f**] 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 n***as is sleepin, nighty nighty Lord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i be Rippin and flippin a tongue but some n***as don't seems to digs me So i switch, b, like billy bigsby cos i'm the [sh**], g U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline Yikes man, the n***a is nice man so thinkin i lost it But i hypin crews wit the ba** 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 sh** i be writin, you're givin me rabies They oughta be usin my trims for s**m 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, n***as 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 [sh**], still dead serious Hello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static g? I be damagin n***as' 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 n***as be tryin to hang but they can't g Will agains, i'm gettin elegant with the sk** again It don't mean a thang if i ain't got my philly friend Hook (x8)