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Das EFX - "Rap Scholar (Original Version)"
Lyrics to Rap Scholar (Original Version) : Yo, yo, yo Yeah, yeah [Chorus: x2] Its 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 wontcha 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 Im the, rap veteran, its 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 its on the radio But yo, Im not a show off, I come to drop the flow off and make sure the top blow off, its how I go off [Chorus x2] [Verse Two: Redman] Aiyo, its 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 catchers mitt when I brick sucker MCs who did not learn If you dont this time, from coast to coast Im the Dark Ranger, call me Don Punanna So hot, my chewing gum flavors enchiladas You can tell, I dont 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] Im 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 Whats this' Tapped ya on the left breast I guess I need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes Yeah, yo, yo Im feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin Roastin in the corner just postin up, drinkin liquor out the cup Thats 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, whats your name and your game' If you let me in your brain then Ima knock it out the frame [Chorus x2] [ Rap Scholar (Original Version) Lyrics ]
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