Ol′ Dirty Bastard - Hippa To Da Hoppa

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Текст песни Hippa To Da Hoppa

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

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