Intro/Chorus:



Yo it's the host wit da most kid

Comin from the East Coast

Yo it's the host wit da most kid

Comin from the East Coast

Yeah it's the host wit da most kid

Comin from the East Coast

Word bond it's the host wit da most kid

Yeah comin from the East Coast



Verse 1: Dray



Well I'm suprised open your eyes because it's me 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, you get that ass kicked

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



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Verse 2: Books



Aiyo well here's the story, niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty

Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be

flippin and rippin 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 be icin crews wit the flakes til they frosted

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 beef or ham hocks"

Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops



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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 terms for sperm and makin babies

Hey ladies, I know my A-B's, I'm makin CD's

I heard you was eatin your spinach boy, 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 to clip 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 wantin to test me



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Verse 4: Books



Hear ye, 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, I'm rougher than hockey

I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed

So me and my-a, I'm flyer than the witches sweeper

Jeepers, keep ya jump, 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, kid



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