verse 1: dray

i gotta suprise-uh, i is a bit wiser, oh yes i gets biz, 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, check it, that ass kicks
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

hook (x8):

(-rappaz just ain´t what they used to be-)

verse 2: books

i hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
lord almighty, i´m bringin it live g, see i be
rippin and flippin 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 hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it
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 beat or ham hocks"
oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops

hook (x8)

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 trims for sperm and makin babies
hey ladies, i know a-b´s, i´m makin cd´s
i heard you was eatin your spinach kid, 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 tp rip 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 tryin to test me

hook (x8)

verse 4: books

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 huh, i´m robbin that hockey huh
i drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
so me and my-a, i´s flyer then the witches sweeper
deep, as keep ya´s drunk, 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 friend

hook (x8)