Das Efx Rappaz Lyrics

Rappaz Lyrics

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 [f**k] 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 as* kicks
So yibbida yabber yoozy, [f**k] 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 sh*t 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)