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

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D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon

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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

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Up North, everybody; down South, everybody, c'mon

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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