Das Efx - Rap Scholar Lyrics
Yo, yo, yoYeah, yeahChorus: (x2)It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollarTry an' follow, guaranteed to make ya hollerCheck it out.......Verse one: dray, skoobAiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhymeDiggy-das, redman bout to shineDrop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammoBought my gango for the whammo, book em dannoI shine like a blue bee, who me? you beSkirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohweeIn factually, guaranteed to keep it liveGotta win first prize, yo boogie bang wont'cha driveA biggity-black range rover, now move it over so i can hang emAnd boom bang em, i gets paid for droppin slangI'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicineI cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect)I lay this flow then they pay me doeNow everywhere we go it's on the radioBut yo, i'm not a show off, i come to drop the flow offAnd make sure the top blow off, it's how i go offChorus (x2)Verse two: redmanAiyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collarPack a blaka-blaka, since i was a toddlerDrama, the nine-seven nigga madonnaReptile texture be the blood of an iguanaSick, dick about nine inch thickI make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a sixFirst of the month i got the bundles for the wickMy hands big as a catcher's mitt when i brickSucker mc's who did not learnIf you don't this time, from coast to coast i'mThe dark ranger, call me don punannaSo hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladasYou can tell, i don't give a *****Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the a-richter***** you and the ship you came onWhile you sit around *****in i get my bangs onChorus (x2)Verse three: dray, skoobI'm back with my rap forte, okay, no wayTryin to get away with murder like ojRappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trashYou come around here you get mashedLike potatoes, because i hate those, oh lord yesShorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessedWhat's this? tapped ya on the left breastI guess i need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yesYeah, yo, yoI'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastinRoastin in the corner just postinUp, drinkin liquor out the cupThat's when i struck my luck and saw shorty with the strutBut, she look scandalous, maybe from los angelesI knew that i could handle this no matter what the challenge isMiss, what's your name and your game?If you let me in your brain then i'ma knock it out the frameChorus (x2)
