Rap Scholar lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : Rap Scholar



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[Featuring Redman]
Yeah yeah
Who it is
Son?
Chorus:
It's the rap scholar here to
make a dollar
Try an' follow guaranteed to
make ya holler
Check it out... everybody
everybody
Chorus
Verse One:
Aiyyo my
dogs hold heat control the whole street
And
when it's time to bust they don't get cold
feet
You know it's me cause some say the boat
rocker
Big Mac not the Whopper peace to Big
Poppa
The Showstopper, like Salt-N-Pepa, rhyme
wrecka
Friggidy-front on this, I won't
letcha
I better catch ya, stiggidy-straight
out the blue
Diggidy Das EFX, Redman, comin
through
We biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly,
love-ly
but what, trouble be, findin me, kid he
cover me
I, represent my ground, so yo what up
now?
Non-believers hatin what the fuck
now?
Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for
that shit
The mack spit, accurate, make your
back split
Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like
Ricotta
The three man team, the rap
scholars
New York, everybody; Cali, everybody,
c'mon
Chorus
D.C., everybody; overseas,
everybody, c'mon
Chorus
Verse Two:
Redman
Aiyyo, 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 erictor
Fuck you and the
ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin I
get my bangs on
East coast, everybody; West
coast, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
Up North,
everybody; down South, everybody,
c'mon
Chorus
Verse Three:
Biggidy-Bingo,
bangle, bust how the slang go
Change up the
angle, now who wanna tangle?
Click-clack, get
back, Dunn let me rip that
Spit that, flip
that, shit to push your wig back
You
showboatin, get your whole frame broken
Found
floatin, somewhere in Hoboken
No jokin, jump
out the Benz bubble
Pull out the pound and
bust a round in your huddle
Spent a lot of
ghetto days learnin ghetto ways; learn the
ins
and outs of ghetto trades still searchin
for a better way
Niggidy-never stress it
though, keep it come and go
Trust me if it's
runnin low, my mic still the gunner yo
Facin
towards what's mine, so throw your hands in the
air
cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against
your spine
Blow your spot up, cause yo I
gotta, get this Ricotta
The three man team,
the rap scholars
New York, everybody; Cali,
everybody, c'mon
Chorus
D.C., everybody;
overseas, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
*fade
out*