Yeah, 1-2 1-2
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Ha, let you know how I do
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Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
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Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'm makin toe taps so watch the birdie
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Now check it how I wreck it like a demolitian derby
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wit the Books, oops tutz, I used to live on Bedford
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but now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford
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So bring it cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson
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I got the backs 'n' bones but now I needs some action
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Aiyo you can call me Plato because my style is in there
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and I'll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was 'swimwear'
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See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker
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I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker
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In LA I hit the chronic, I'm super like the Sonics
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I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics
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Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout
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Cos yo I rip the shit out when it's time to throw my rhyme out
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I'm twisted, my flow'll make you dizzy like Gillespie
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If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jet-sy
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Yo I be rippin it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets
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I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket
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Ballsy, I got ya all three ???? so
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Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo
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Chorus:
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Down down down down
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Make way for the undaground rappa
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Down down down down
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........undaground rappa
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Down down down down
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Make way for the undaground rappa
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Down down down down
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(*All I need is just a mic and a track*)
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Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
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Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that's why I rip shop
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My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock
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I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a
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It really doesn't matter, kid, you're sleepin cos I'm nicer
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I'm growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car
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See when I be on the block I'm like that nigga Agent R
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Cos when I talk, niggas listen, I rip til I drizz em
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Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm
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Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett
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Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I'm block it
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wit my grammar, cos yo I am a super flower
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Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa
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constrictor, cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G
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Even if I slowed up your couldn't pass me
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Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a pause
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like a comma or I'ma have to drop you like some drawers
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So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ
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cos I be usin a *?calender?* stupider dishin nay-nays
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So what's the way I'm flippin like a double-header drinkin
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I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I'm double jointed
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Chorus
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Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
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I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est
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Not the move to rip cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest
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Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin
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Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen
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Yo I be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when I'm knockin skins
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on niggas who be clockin ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz
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But now I be em, niggas be like "Oh did ya see him?"
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I'm creepy, I'm kooky and plus I make you scream
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See I don't understand why niggas be wantin to do me
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You don't arouse me kid, you're softer than that Cosby kid Rudy
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Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern
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That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn
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Chorus
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Undaground Rappa
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