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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 [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)
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