Yeah yeah
Who it is Son?

Chorus:

It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out... everybody, everybody

Chorus

Verse One:

Aiyyo my dogs hold heat, control the whole street
And when it's time to bust, they don't get cold feet
You know it's me, cause some say the boat rocker
Big Mac not the Whopper, peace to Big Poppa
The Showstopper, like Salt-N-Pepa, rhyme wrecka
Friggidy-front on this, I won't letcha
I better catch ya, stiggidy-straight out the blue
Diggidy Das EFX, Redman, comin through

We biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly, love-ly
but what, trouble be, findin me, kid he cover me
I, represent my ground, so yo what up now?
Non-believers hatin what the fuck now?
Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shit
The mack spit, accurate, make your back split
Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like Ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars

New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon
Chorus

Verse Two: Redman

Aiyyo, 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 erictor
Fuck you and the ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on

East coast, everybody; West coast, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
Up North, everybody; down South, everybody, c'mon

To be continued...