Das Efx - Rappaz Lyrics
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)