Das EFX

Das EFX - Rap Scholar Original Version lyrics

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Yo  yo  yo
 Yeah  yeah

 Chorus: (x2)

 It's the rap scholar  here to make a dollar
 Try an' follow  guaranteed to make ya holler
 Check it out.......

 Verse One: Dray  Skoob

 Aiyo  straight out the blue  comin thru  1 2  with the rhyme
 Diggy Das  Redman bout to shine
 Drop the grammo  heavy ammo  got the stammo
 bought my gango for the whammo  book em Danno
 I shine like a blue bee, who me? You be
 Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee
 In factually, guaranteed to keep it live
 Gotta win first prize, yo Boogie Bang wont'cha drive

 A biggity-black Range Rover, now move it over so I can hang em
 and boom bang em, I gets paid for droppin slang
 I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine
 I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect)
 I lay this flow then they pay me doe
 Now everywhere we go it's on the radio
 But yo, I'm not a show off, I come to drop the flow off
 and make sure the top blow off, it's how I go off

 Chorus (x2)

 Verse Two: Redman

 Aiyo, 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 a-richter
 Fuck you and the ship you came on
 While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on

 Chorus (x2)

 Verse Three: Dray, Skoob

 I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way
 Tryin to get away with murder like OJ
 Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash
 You come around here you get mashed
 like potatoes, because I hate those, oh lord yes
 Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed
 What's this? Tapped ya on the left breast
 I guess I need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes

 Yeah, yo, yo
 I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin
 Roastin in the corner just postin
 up, drinkin liquor out the cup
 That's when I struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut
 but, she look scandalous, maybe from Los Angeles
 I knew that I could handle this no matter what the challenge is
 Miss, what's your name and your game?
 If you let me in your brain then I'ma knock it out the frame

 Chorus (x2
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Author: Andre Weston, Eddie Irons, Parrish Smith, Ray Ransom, Reggie Noble, Regi Hargis, Willie Hines

Composer: ?

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group, Rhino Entertainment Company

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Generation EFX (1998) , The Very Best Of (2001)

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