Bài hát Rap Scholar (Instrumental) Báo Lỗi

Yeah yeah


Who it is son?




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It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar


Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler


Check it out... everybody, everybody




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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


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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


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


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