Rappaz

I gotta surprise-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*ck) 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, (f*ck) that floozy Suzy Chapstick So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy I'm swingin my Dukes of Hazard just like Polo on Daisy I'm swayze [Chorus: x8] Rappaz just ain't what they used to be 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, be , like Billy Bigsby 'cause I'm the (shit) G You ho 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 [Chorus: x8] Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back Rippin the hip-hop, Penelope pit stop 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 'cause 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 cool & The Gang and I puts my slang in Hangin' loosely, oh yes G, niggas be tryin' to test me [Chorus: x8] 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, what up 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 'cause 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 [Chorus: x8]