Das EFX: Host wit da most

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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus (x2)