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**ed 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** 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 a** kicked
So yibbidy yabber doozy, 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 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***as is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
Rippin and flippin the tongue but some n***as don't seems to digs me
So I switch, B, like Billy Bixby, cause I'm the sh**, 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***a 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** I be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my germs for s**m 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***as 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**, still Dead Serious
Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, what up with the static G?
I be damagin n***as' 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***as tryin to hang but they can't
Gee willikins, I'm gettin ill again with the sk** again
It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my Philly, friend
Hook (x8)