Rap Scholar original Version Lyrics by Das Efx

Rap Scholar original Version Lyrics

    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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