Текст (слова) песни: Das Efx - Rap Scholar

[Featuring Redman]
Yeah yeah
Who it is Son?
Chorus:
It`s the rap scholar here to make a dollar
Try an` follow guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out... everybody everybody
Chorus
Verse One:
Aiyyo my dogs hold heat control the whole street
And when it`s time to bust they don`t get cold feet
You know it`s me cause some say the boat rocker
Big Mac not the Whopper peace to Big Poppa
The Showstopper, like Salt-N-Pepa, rhyme wrecka
Friggidy-front on this, I won`t letcha
I better catch ya, stiggidy-straight out the blue
Diggidy Das EFX, Redman, comin through
We biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly, love-ly
but what, trouble be, findin me, kid he cover me
I, represent my ground, so yo what up now?
Non-believers hatin what the fuck now?
Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shit
The mack spit, accurate, make your back split
Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like Ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars
New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c`mon
Chorus
D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c`mon
Chorus
Verse Two: Redman
Aiyyo, 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 erictor
Fuck you and the ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on
East coast, everybody; West coast, everybody, c`mon
Chorus
Up North, everybody; down South, everybody, c`mon
Chorus
Verse Three:
Biggidy-Bingo, bangle, bust how the slang go
Change up the angle, now who wanna tangle?
Click-clack, get back, Dunn let me rip that
Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back
You showboatin, get your whole frame broken
Found floatin, somewhere in Hoboken
No jokin, jump out the Benz bubble
Pull out the pound and bust a round in your huddle
Spent a lot of ghetto days learnin ghetto ways; learn the ins
and outs of ghetto trades still searchin for a better way
Niggidy-never stress it though, keep it come and go
Trust me if it`s runnin low, my mic still the gunner yo
Facin towards what`s mine, so throw your hands in the air
cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spine
Blow your spot up, cause yo I gotta, get this Ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars
New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c`mon
Chorus
D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c`mon
Chorus
*fade out*

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» Das Efx - Bad News
» Das Efx - Rap Scholar
» Das Efx - BuckBuck
» Das Efx - Rite Now
» Das Efx - Make Noise
» Das Efx - Make Noise
» Das Efx - Alright
» Das Efx - Mic Checka
» Das Efx - Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes
» Das Efx - Real Hip Hop
» Das Efx - Kaught In Da Ak
» Das Efx - They Want EFX
» Das Efx - Freakit
» Das Efx - Take It Back
» Das Efx - Here It Is
» Das Efx - Looseys
» Das Efx - Knockin` Niggaz Off
» Das Efx - Host Wit Da Most
» Das Efx - Gimme Dat Microphone


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Das Efx - Rap Scholar [Featuring Redman] Yeah yeah Who it is Son? Chorus: It`s the rap scholar here to make a dollar Try an` follow guaranteed to make ya holler Check it out... everybody everybody Chorus Verse One: Aiyyo my dogs hold heat control the whole street And when it`s time to bust they don`t get cold feet You know it`s me cause some say the boat rocker Big Mac not the Whopper peace to Big Poppa The Showstopper, like Salt-N-Pepa, rhyme wrecka Friggidy-front on this, I won`t letcha I better catch ya, stiggidy-straight out the blue Diggidy Das EFX, Redman, comin through We biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly, love-ly but what, trouble be, findin me, kid he cover me I, represent my ground, so yo what up now? Non-believers hatin what the fuck now? Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shit The mack spit, accurate, make your back split Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like Ricotta The three man team, the rap scholars New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c`mon Chorus D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c`mon Chorus Verse Two: Redman Aiyyo, 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 erictor Fuck you and the ship you came on While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on East coast, everybody; West coast, everybody, c`mon Chorus Up North, everybody; down South, everybody, c`mon Chorus Verse Three: Biggidy-Bingo, bangle, bust how the slang go Change up the angle, now who wanna tangle? Click-clack, get back, Dunn let me rip that Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back You showboatin, get your whole frame broken Found floatin, somewhere in Hoboken No jokin, jump out the Benz bubble Pull out the pound and bust a round in your huddle Spent a lot of ghetto days learnin ghetto ways; learn the ins and outs of ghetto trades still searchin for a better way Niggidy-never stress it though, keep it come and go Trust me if it`s runnin low, my mic still the gunner yo Facin towards what`s mine, so throw your hands in the air cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spine Blow your spot up, cause yo I gotta, get this Ricotta The three man team, the rap scholars New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c`mon Chorus D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c`mon Chorus fade out Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Rap Scholar: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/15130.html Все тексты песен: Das Efx » Das Efx - Hard Like a Criminal » Das Efx - Bad News » Das Efx - Rap Scholar » Das Efx - BuckBuck » Das Efx - Rite Now » Das Efx - Make Noise » Das Efx - Make Noise » Das Efx - Alright » Das Efx - Mic Checka » Das Efx - Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes » Das Efx - Real Hip Hop » Das Efx - Kaught In Da Ak » Das Efx - They Want EFX » Das Efx - Freakit » Das Efx - Take It Back » Das Efx - Here It Is » Das Efx - Looseys » Das Efx - Knockin` Niggaz Off » Das Efx - Host Wit Da Most » Das Efx - Gimme Dat Microphone Рекомендуем скачать: » nsync - Bye Bye Bye » N`Sync - I Guess It`s Christmas Time » NoFX - stranger than fishin \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » nsync - For The Girl Who Has Everything » Neil Young - I`ve Loved Her So Long » Norma Jean - Love`s A Woman`s Job » Norah Jones - Don`t Know Why » Nuclear Death - The Beloved Whore Celebration » Nylons - Little Red Corvette » Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Sweetheart Come » No Use For a Name - The Answer Is Still No » Napalm Death - Understanding » Neil Young - New Mama » N`Sync - This I Promise You » Neil Young - Sleeps With Angels » Nitin Sawhney - Sunset » Noreaga - Movin` Out » Noreaga - Play That Shit (We Don`t Play That) » Nylons - Drift Away » Nazareth - Light Comes Down
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