Das EFX

Das EFX - Host Wit Da Most Rappaz Remix lyrics

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Yo it's the host wit da most  kid
 Comin from the East Coast
 Yo it's the host wit da most  kid
 Comin from the East Coast
 Yeah it's the host wit da most  kid
 Comin from the East Coast
 Word bond  it's the host wit da most  kid
 Yeah comin from the East Coast

 Verse 1: Dray

 Well I'm suprised  open your eyes because it's me  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, you get that ass kicked
 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

 Chorus

 Verse 2: Books

 Aiyo well here's the story, niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
 Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
 flippin and rippin 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 be icin crews wit the flakes til they frosted
 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 beef or ham hocks"
 Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops

 Chorus

 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 terms for sperm and makin babies
 Hey ladies, I know my A-B's, I'm makin CD's
 I heard you was eatin your spinach boy, 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 to clip 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 wantin to test me

 Chorus

 Verse 4: Books

 Hear ye, 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, I'm rougher than hockey
 I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
 So me and my-a, I'm flyer than the witches sweeper
 Jeepers, keep ya jump, 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, kid

 Chorus (x2
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Atlantic Recording Corporation

Details:

Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: Straight Up Sewaside (2019)

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