Intro/Chorus:
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Yo it's the host wit da most, kid
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Comin from the East Coast
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Yo it's the host wit da most, kid
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Comin from the East Coast
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Yeah it's the host wit da most, kid
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Comin from the East Coast
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Word bond, it's the host wit da most, kid
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Yeah comin from the East Coast
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Verse 1: Dray
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Well I'm suprised, open your eyes because it's me, G
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I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee
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Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like Willis
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Heiman, when I'm rhymin I'm makin the pape's like Simon
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says ta, my stick it ta master, I still be the best-a
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I figgity [fuck] the flame but in the sun, now time for Esther
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So hi-ho I'm Silver, I'm makin the pape's when I kicks
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the [shit] that'll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his ticks
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For the chicks, I be on my good foot, you get that ass kicked
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So yibbida yabber yoozy, [fuck] that floozy Suzy Chapstick
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So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy
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I'm swingin my Dukes of Hazard just like ???? on Daisy
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I'm swayze
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Books
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Aiyo well here's the story, niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
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Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
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flippin and rippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
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so I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby cos I'm the [shit], G
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U hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they Timberlands
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I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline
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Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin I lost it
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but I be icin crews wit the flakes til they frosted
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So hip hip hooray, wantin me while I do a
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new way to school a new jay, you say
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"Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks"
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Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops
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Chorus
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Verse 3: Dray
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Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back
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rippin the hip-hop, Penelope pitstop
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Doin the bitin, the shit I be writin, you're givin me rabies
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They oughta be usin my terms for sperm and makin babies
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Hey ladies, I know my A-B's, I'm makin CD's
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I heard you was eatin your spinach boy, you better be eatin your Weeties
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Comprendo, so let your friends know I'm losin my noodle
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cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils
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I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick to clip a QB
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Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G
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So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
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Hangin loosely, oh yes G, niggas be wantin to test me
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Chorus
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Verse 4: Books
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Hear ye, hear ye, don't look any further G, see he here is
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Still mic checkin [shit], still Dead Serious
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Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static G?
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I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity
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For real though, jumpin jallopy's, I'm rougher than hockey
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I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
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So me and my-a, I'm flyer than the witches sweeper
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Jeepers, keep ya jump, jump into it like Aretha
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I Boogie Bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
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Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't G
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Will agains, I'm gettin elegant with the skill again
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It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my philly, kid
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Chorus (x2)
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Host Wit Da Most (RAPPAZ REMIX)
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