Das Efx - Host Wit Da Most Lyrics
Intro/chorus:Yo it's the host wit da most, kidComin from the east coastYo it's the host wit da most, kidComin from the east coastYeah it's the host wit da most, kidComin from the east coastWord bond, it's the host wit da most, kidYeah comin from the east coastVerse 1: drayWell i'm suprised, open your eyes because it's me, gI mention i sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbeeYa flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, i throw it like willisHeiman, when i'm rhymin i'm makin the pape's like simonSays ta, my stick it ta master, i still be the best-aI figgity [*****] the flame but in the sun, now time for estherSo hi-ho i'm silver, i'm makin the pape's when i kicksThe [shit] that'll make you muck when i lose his fleas, lice and his ticksFor the chicks, i be on my good foot, you get that ass kickedSo yibbida yabber yoozy, [*****] that floozy suzy chapstickSo here boy, here boy, come get some, it's krazyI'm swingin my dukes of hazard just like ???? on daisyI'm swayzeChorusVerse 2: booksAiyo well here's the story, niggas is sleepin, nighty nightyLord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i beFlippin and rippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs meSo i switch, b, like billy bigsby cos i'm the [shit], gU hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlandsI criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenalineYikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin i lost itBut i be icin crews wit the flakes til they frostedSo hip hip hooray, wantin me while i do aNew way to school a new jay, you say"holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks"Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpopsChorusVerse 3: drayWell um, knock knock, who's that? guess what? my crew's backRippin the hip-hop, penelope pitstopDoin the bitin, the shit i be writin, you're givin me rabiesThey oughta be usin my terms for sperm and makin babiesHey ladies, i know my a-b's, i'm makin cd'sI heard you was eatin your spinach boy, you better be eatin your weetiesComprendo, so let your friends know i'm losin my noodleCos when it be time to doodle, i lose my scruples, ask my pupilsI'm the slippery slang slipper, quick to clip a qbShooby dooby dooby, i do that new gSo you be kool & the gang and i puts my slang inHangin loosely, oh yes g, niggas be wantin to test meChorusVerse 4: booksHear ye, hear ye, don't look any further g, see he here isStill mic checkin [shit], still dead seriousHello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static g?I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavityFor real though, jumpin jallopy's, i'm rougher than hockeyI drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneedSo me and my-a, i'm flyer than the witches sweeperJeepers, keep ya jump, jump into it like arethaI boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slantNiggas be tryin to hang but they can't gWill agains, i'm gettin elegant with the skill againIt don't mean a thang if i ain't got my philly, kidChorus (x2)
