Rappaz lyrics

Verse 1: Dray

I gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, G
I mention to sling the slang wit me
And my man just like it's a frisbee
Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I flow like Phyllis
Hyman, when I'm rhymin I'm makin the papes like Simon
Says to, my second semester, I still be the best, though
I figgity f*cked up Sanford and his son, now time for Esther
So hi-ho, I'm silver, I'm makin the papes when I kicks
The sh*t that'll make your mutt wanna
Lose his fleas, lice and his ticks
For the chicks, I be on my good foot, you'll get that ass kicked
So yibbidy yabber doozy, 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 Bo, Luke, or Daisy
I'm Swayze

Hook (x8):

(*Rappaz just ain't what they used to be*)

Verse 2: Skoob

I hears ya snorin, you n*ggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
Rippin and flippin the tongue but some
n*ggas don't seems to digs me
So I switch, B, like Billy Bixby, cause I'm the sh*t, G
Yoo hoo, dig see, they're tremblin in their Timberlands
I gremlin switch styles yo, oh I flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the n*gga is nice man, some thinkin I lost it
But I be icing crews with the flakes til they're frosted
So hip hip hooray, pardon me while I do a
New way to school a new J, touche
Holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks
Oh yes, and, send the rest in, peace to my 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 sh*t I be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my germs for sperm and makin babies
Hey ladies, I know my A-B's, I'm makin CDs
I heard you was eatin your spinach kid
You'd better be eatin your Wheaties
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 rip a QB
Shooby dooby dooby, I do that too G
So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
Hangin loosely, oh yes G, n*ggas be tryin to test me

Hook (x8)

Verse 4: Skoob

Hear ye, don't look any further G, see here he is
Still mic checkin sh*t, still Dead Serious
Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, what up with the static G?
I be damagin n*ggas' fronts like them creeps that's in your cavity
For real though, jumpin jalopies, ha, I'm rougher than hockey, ha
I drop these off-beat, cause my style is knock-kneed
So me-a my-a, I's flyer than the witch's sweeper
Jeepers, keep ya jump jumpin to it, like Aretha
I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
n*ggas tryin to hang but they can't
Gee willikins, I'm gettin ill again with the skill again
It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my Philly, friend
Hook (x8)