Song | Rappaz |
Artist | Das EFX |
Album | Straight Up Sewaside |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brown, Charity, Hines, Lynch ... | |
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 fri*****ee | |
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 [*****] 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 [*****t] 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, [*****] 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 *****s is sleepin, nighty nighty | |
Lord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i be | |
Rippin and flippin a tongue but some *****s don't seems to digs me | |
So i switch, b, like billy big*****y cos i'm the [*****t], g | |
U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands | |
I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline | |
Yikes man, the ***** 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 *****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, *****s 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 [*****t], still dead serious | |
Hello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static g? | |
I be damagin *****s' 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 | |
*****s 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) |
zuo ci : Brown, Charity, Hines, Lynch ... | |
Verse 1: dray | |
I gotta supriseuh, 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 fri ee | |
Ya flimsy, my thingamajig 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 besta | |
I figgity the flame but in the sun, now time for esther | |
So hiho i' m silver, i' m makin the pape' s when i kicks | |
The t 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, 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 s is sleepin, nighty nighty | |
Lord almighty, i' m bringin it live g, see i be | |
Rippin and flippin a tongue but some s don' t seems to digs me | |
So i switch, b, like billy big y cos i' m the t, g | |
U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands | |
I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline | |
Yikes man, the 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 yesin, 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 hiphop, penelope pitstop | |
Doin the bitin, the t i be writin, you' re givin me rabies | |
They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies | |
Hey ladies, i know ab' 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, s 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 t, still dead serious | |
Hello there, i didn' t go nowhere, whatup with the static g? | |
I be damagin s' 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 knockkneed | |
So me and mya, 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 | |
s 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 |
zuò cí : Brown, Charity, Hines, Lynch ... | |
Verse 1: dray | |
I gotta supriseuh, 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 fri ee | |
Ya flimsy, my thingamajig 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 besta | |
I figgity the flame but in the sun, now time for esther | |
So hiho i' m silver, i' m makin the pape' s when i kicks | |
The t 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, 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 s is sleepin, nighty nighty | |
Lord almighty, i' m bringin it live g, see i be | |
Rippin and flippin a tongue but some s don' t seems to digs me | |
So i switch, b, like billy big y cos i' m the t, g | |
U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands | |
I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline | |
Yikes man, the 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 yesin, 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 hiphop, penelope pitstop | |
Doin the bitin, the t i be writin, you' re givin me rabies | |
They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies | |
Hey ladies, i know ab' 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, s 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 t, still dead serious | |
Hello there, i didn' t go nowhere, whatup with the static g? | |
I be damagin s' 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 knockkneed | |
So me and mya, 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 | |
s 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 |