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Host Wit da Most [Rappaz Remix] Lyrics
| Song | Host Wit da Most [Rappaz Remix] |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Straight Up Sewaside |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Charity, Hines, Lynch, Weston | |
| Intro/chorus： | |
| Yo it's the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Yo it's the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Yeah it's the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Word bond, it's the host wit da most, kid | |
| Yeah comin from the east coast | |
| Verse 1: dray | |
| Well i'm suprised, open your eyes because it's me, 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, you get that ass kicked | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: books | |
| Aiyo well here's the story, *****s is sleepin, nighty nighty | |
| Lord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i be | |
| Flippin and rippin 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 be icin crews wit the flakes til they frosted | |
| 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 beef or ham hocks" | |
| Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 terms for sperm and makin babies | |
| Hey ladies, i know my a-b's, i'm makin cd's | |
| I heard you was eatin your spinach boy, 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 to clip 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 wantin to test me | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 4: books | |
| Hear ye, 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, i'm rougher than hockey | |
| I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed | |
| So me and my-a, i'm flyer than the witches sweeper | |
| Jeepers, keep ya jump, 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, kid | |
| Chorus (x2) |
| zuo ci : Charity, Hines, Lynch, Weston | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Yo it' s the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Yo it' s the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Yeah it' s the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Word bond, it' s the host wit da most, kid | |
| Yeah comin from the east coast | |
| Verse 1: dray | |
| Well i' m suprised, open your eyes because it' s me, 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, you get that ass kicked | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: books | |
| Aiyo well here' s the story, s is sleepin, nighty nighty | |
| Lord almighty, i' m bringin it live g, see i be | |
| Flippin and rippin 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 be icin crews wit the flakes til they frosted | |
| 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 beef or ham hocks" | |
| Oh yesin, send the rest in, peace to grandpops | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 terms for sperm and makin babies | |
| Hey ladies, i know my ab' s, i' m makin cd' s | |
| I heard you was eatin your spinach boy, 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 to clip 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 wantin to test me | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 4: books | |
| Hear ye, 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, i' m rougher than hockey | |
| I drop these bumpy cos my style is knockkneed | |
| So me and mya, i' m flyer than the witches sweeper | |
| Jeepers, keep ya jump, 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, kid | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Charity, Hines, Lynch, Weston | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Yo it' s the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Yo it' s the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Yeah it' s the host wit da most, kid | |
| Comin from the east coast | |
| Word bond, it' s the host wit da most, kid | |
| Yeah comin from the east coast | |
| Verse 1: dray | |
| Well i' m suprised, open your eyes because it' s me, 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, you get that ass kicked | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: books | |
| Aiyo well here' s the story, s is sleepin, nighty nighty | |
| Lord almighty, i' m bringin it live g, see i be | |
| Flippin and rippin 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 be icin crews wit the flakes til they frosted | |
| 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 beef or ham hocks" | |
| Oh yesin, send the rest in, peace to grandpops | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 terms for sperm and makin babies | |
| Hey ladies, i know my ab' s, i' m makin cd' s | |
| I heard you was eatin your spinach boy, 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 to clip 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 wantin to test me | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 4: books | |
| Hear ye, 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, i' m rougher than hockey | |
| I drop these bumpy cos my style is knockkneed | |
| So me and mya, i' m flyer than the witches sweeper | |
| Jeepers, keep ya jump, 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, kid | |
| Chorus x2 |
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