Rap Scholar (Original Version)

Yo, yo, yo

Yeah, yeah

Chorus: (x2)

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

Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler

Check it out.......

Verse One: Dray, Skoob

Aiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhyme

Diggy-Das, Redman bout to shine

Drop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammo

Bought my gango for the whammo, book em Danno

I shine like a blue bee, who me? You be

Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee

In factually, guaranteed to keep it live

Gotta win first prize, yo Boogie Bang won't'cha drive

A biggity-black Range Rover, now move it over so I can hang em

And boom bang em, I gets paid for droppin slang

I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine

I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect)

I lay this flow then they pay me doe

Now everywhere we go it's on the radio

But yo, I'm not a show off, I come to drop the flow off

And make sure the top blow off, it's how I go off

Chorus (x2)

Verse Two: Redman

Aiyo, 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

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 a-richter

Fuck you and the ship you came on

While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on

Chorus (x2)

Verse Three: Dray, Skoob

I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way

Tryin to get away with murder like OJ

Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash

You come around here you get mashed

Like potatoes, because I hate those, oh lord yes

Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed

What's this? Tapped ya on the left breast

I guess I need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes

Yeah, yo, yo

I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin

Roastin in the corner just postin

Up, drinkin liquor out the cup

That's when I struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut

But, she look scandalous, maybe from Los Angeles

I knew that I could handle this no matter what the challenge is

Miss, what's your name and your game?

If you let me in your brain then I'mma knock it out the frame

Chorus (x2)