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)