a preacher, baby I'm twisted Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a smith Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna
it out (Check this out) Aaaah yeah (Check this out) Ya just don't stop, kid ya just don't stop (Check this out) Yeah ya just don't stop, word up Aaah
like this) [x3] [Verse 1: Dray] Well I'ma freakit like this so then my nigga Books is next The crew is from the sewer when the crew is Das EFX I wrecks
Red and Grady Punks just serve up, clever like Alice, serve the Brady Bunch I makes em wheeze up, cause when I ease up, I eat MC's up I leave em on their
[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
yo waz up? (Yo what up kid? Yo, I'm just out here doin my thing man I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you?) Yo what's up? Put me on kid, ya
Plus I'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up
nuff expertise for the roughnecks and G's, I'm swingin somethin but the function Kid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a Hit Squad stamp up Do your [fuckin] vest up
[Verse 1: Dray] I gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, G I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee Ya
Boy I swing it yes indeedy, I get more props than Speedy Gonzalez, make more dollars than these niggas write graffiti Boy I'm straight up, you're gettin ate up
I am a super flower Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa constrictor, cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G Even if I slowed up your couldn
