Hippa To Da Hoppa lyrics
Song information
Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard Album: Return To The 36 Chambers
Lyrics
My beats are slammin..
Verse one:
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 max-imum of mc's are populating The min-imum 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 (2x)
Verse two:
Ahh 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 messanger carrier I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get Funky, baby I'm not havin it
Chorus 2x
Help master! *battle ensues* Dragon-fist! Horse-fist! Bastard, I didn't know who you were
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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