Letra y Significado de RAPPAZ, Das EFX

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 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 ???? on daisy
I'm swayze
Hook (x8):
(*rappaz just ain't what they used to be*)
Verse 2: books
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, b, like billy bigsby cos i'm the [shit], g
U hoo 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
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 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
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, niggas 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 [shit], still dead serious
Hello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup 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 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
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
Hook (x8)

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