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| Das Efx Generation Efx Rap Scholar (original Version) Yo, yo, yo Yeah, yeah Chorus: (x2) It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler Check it out....... Verse one: dray, skoob Aiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhyme Diggy-das, redman bout to shine Drop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammo Bought my gango for the whammo, book em danno I shine like a blue bee, who me? you be Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee In factually, guaranteed to keep it live Gotta win first prize, yo boogie bang wont'cha drive A biggity-black range rover, now move it over so i can hang em And boom bang em, i gets paid for droppin slang I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect) I lay this flow then they pay me doe Now everywhere we go it's on the radio But yo, i'm not a show off, i come to drop the flow off And make sure the top blow off, it's how i go off Chorus (x2) Verse two: redman Aiyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar Pack a blaka-blaka, since i was a toddler Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana Sick, dick about nine inch thick I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six First of the month i got the bundles for the wick My hands big as a catcher's mitt when i brick Sucker mc's who did not learn If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm The dark ranger, call me don punanna So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas You can tell, i don't give a fuck Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the a-richter Fuck you and the ship you came on While you sit around bitchin i get my bangs on Chorus (x2) Verse three: dray, skoob I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way Tryin to get away with murder like oj Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash You come around here you get mashed Like potatoes, because i hate those, oh lord yes Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed What's this? tapped ya on the left breast I guess i need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes Yeah, yo, yo I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin Roastin in the corner just postin Up, drinkin liquor out the cup That's when i struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut But, she look scandalous, maybe from los angeles I knew that i could handle this no matter what the challenge is Miss, what's your name and your game? If you let me in your brain then i'ma knock it out the frame Chorus (x2) |
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