Hippa to da Hoppa
My beats are slammin... My beats are slammin' from the rugged programming My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin' You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin' the hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah Other MC's got flipped with the ease Beggin' me for burnt cigar, stop the music please No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the convo Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip show Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb Boom! Blowin' up niggaz better than pullin' the trigger So you betta run for covah! Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass! Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die The maximum of MC's are populating The minimum of those MC's are dominating Now all and together now, to what what who? Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo [Chorus] Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Ah shit, here I go once again Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green shit Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc I get you blurry in your eye with a high note down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked The shit I'm droppin' is stinkin' up your area When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier I keep my breath smellin' like shit so I can get Funky, baby I'm not havin' it [Chorus: x2] Help master! Dragon-fist! Horse-fist! Bastard, I didn't know who you were
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