Das EFX - Rappaz Lyrics

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 (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 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]