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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 You 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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