Verse 1: Dray
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 [f***] 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 [s***] 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 a** kicks
So yibbida yabber yoozy, [f***] 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 n***** is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
rippin and flippin a tongue but some n***** don't seems to digs me
so I switch, be , like Billy Bigsby 'cause I'm the [s***], G
you hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they Timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the n**** 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 s*** I be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my trims for s**** and makin babies
Hey ladies, I know A-be '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
s***** dooby dooby, I do that new G
So you be cool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
Hangin loosely, oh yes G, n***** 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 [s***], still Dead Serious
Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static G?
I be damagin n*****' fronts like them creases in your cavity
For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, I'm robbin that hockey huh
I drop these b**py '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
n***** 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)
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 [f***] 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 [s***] 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 a** kicks
So yibbida yabber yoozy, [f***] 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 n***** is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
rippin and flippin a tongue but some n***** don't seems to digs me
so I switch, be , like Billy Bigsby 'cause I'm the [s***], G
you hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they Timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the n**** 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 s*** I be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my trims for s**** and makin babies
Hey ladies, I know A-be '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
s***** dooby dooby, I do that new G
So you be cool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
Hangin loosely, oh yes G, n***** 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 [s***], still Dead Serious
Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static G?
I be damagin n*****' fronts like them creases in your cavity
For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, I'm robbin that hockey huh
I drop these b**py '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
n***** 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)