Das Efx - Rappaz Lyrics
Verse 1: drayI gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, gI mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like its a frisbeeYa flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like willisHeiman, when Im rhymin Im makin the papes 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 Im silver, Im makin the papes when I kicksThe [shit] thatll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his ticksFor the chicks, I be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicksSo yibbida yabber yoozy, [*****] that floozy suzy chapstickSo here boy, here boy, come get some, its krazyIm swingin my dukes of hazard just like ? ? ? ? on daisyIm swayzeHook (x8):(*rappaz just aint what they used to be*)Verse 2: booksI hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nightyLord almighty, Im bringin it live g, see I beRippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas dont seems to digs meSo I switch, b, like billy bigsby cos Im 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 hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed itSo hip hip hooray, wantin me while I do aNew way to school a new jay, you sayHoly shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocksOh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpopsHook (x8)Verse 3: drayWell um, knock knock, whos that? guess what? my crews backRippin the hip-hop, penelope pitstopDoin the bitin, the shit I be writin, youre givin me rabiesThey oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babiesHey ladies, I know a-bs, Im makin cdsI heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your weetiesComprendo, so let your friends know Im losin my noodleCos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupilsIm the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip 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 tryin to test meHook (x8)Verse 4: booksHear ye, dont look any further g, see he here isStill mic checkin [shit], still dead seriousHello there, I didnt go nowhere, whatup with the static g?I be damagin niggas fronts like them creases in your cavityFor real though, jumpin jallopys huh, Im robbin that hockey huhI drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneedSo me and my-a, is flyer then the witches sweeperDeep, as keep yas drunk, jump into it like arethaI boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slantNiggas be tryin to hang but they cant gWill agains, Im gettin elegant with the skill againIt dont mean a thang if I aint got my philly friendHook (x8)
