Hippa To Da Hoppa (Instrumental)

作词 : Diggs, Jones

My beats are slammin'

My beats are slammin' from the rugged programmin'

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 rrah rrah rrah

Other MC's got flipped with the ease

Beggin' me for mercy, 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 ******, better than pullin' the trigger

So you betta run for cover

****** better loosen they ass, felt the glass

A forty ounce bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass

Woo woo woo,

I sweat it live

MC gonna live

God? No, the ***** dies

The maximum of

MC's are populatin'

The minimum of those

MC's are dominatin'

Now all an' together now, to what, what, who?

Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo poo

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Ahh, ****, here

I go once again

Rhymes get ****ty from the time that

I spendI come old like toe fungus mold

Ask my grandpop,

Pop Duke gave my soul

Then I came with that old

Al Green ****

Sadie, taught me the ballistic

I get you blurry in your eye with a high note

Down to the

Brownsville, oops, you got smoked

The **** 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 getFunky, baby,

I'm not havin' it

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Help, Master

Dragonfist

HorsefistBastard,

I didn't know who you were