Текст песни Das EFX f Redman - Rap Scholar
Das EFX f Redman - Rap Scholar слова песни
Yeah yeahWho it is Son?Chorus: It`s the rap scholar, here to make a dollarTry an` follow, guaranteed to make ya hollerCheck it out... everybody, everybodyChorusVerse One:Aiyyo my dogs hold heat, control the whole streetAnd when it`s time to bust, they don`t get cold feetYou know it`s me, cause some say the boat rockerBig Mac not the Whopper, peace to Big PoppaThe Showstopper, like Salt-N-Pepa, rhyme wreckaFriggidy-front on this, I won`t letchaI better catch ya, stiggidy-straight out the blueDiggidy Das EFX, Redman, comin throughWe biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly, love-lybut what, trouble be, findin me, kid he cover meI, represent my ground, so yo what up now?Non-believers hatin what the fuck now?Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shitThe mack spit, accurate, make your back splitSewer rats get a lotta, cheese like RicottaThe three man team, the rap scholars New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c`monChorus D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c`monChorusVerse Two: RedmanAiyyo, it`s the rap scholar, hot around the collarPack a blaka-blaka, since I was a toddlerDrama, the nine-seven nigga MadonnaReptile texture be the blood of an iguanaSick, dick about nine inch thickI make a fo`-twenty Benz-o look like a sixFirst of the month I got the bundles for the wickMy hands big as a catcher`s mitt when I bricksucker MC`s who did not learnIf you don`t this time, from coast to coast I`mthe Dark Ranger, call me Don PunannaSo hot, my chewing gum flavor`s enchiladasYou can tell, I don`t give a fuckDeliver the cold to the place that shiver the erictorFuck you and the ship you came onWhile you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on East coast, everybody; West coast, everybody, c`monChorus Up North, everybody; down South, everybody, c`monChorusVerse Three:Biggidy-Bingo, bangle, bust how the slang goChange up the angle, now who wanna tangle?Click-clack, get back, Dunn let me rip thatSpit that, flip that, shit to push your wig backYou showboatin, get your whole frame brokenFound floatin, somewhere in HobokenNo jokin, jump out the Benz bubblePull out the pound and bust a round in your huddleSpent a lot of ghetto days learnin ghetto ways; learn the insand outs of ghetto trades still searchin for a better wayNiggidy-never stress it though, keep it come and goTrust me if it`s runnin low, my mic still the gunner yoFacin towards what`s mine, so throw your hands in the aircause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spineBlow your spot up, cause yo I gotta, get this RicottaThe three man team, the rap scholars New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c`monChorus D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c`monChorus*fade out*