Hippa to Da Hoppa
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โฑ๏ธ 3:02 duration
๐ ID: 95110
๐ Lyrics
My beats are slammin...
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
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa 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
2X
Help master! *battle ensues*
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
Bastard, I didn't know who you were
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
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa 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
2X
Help master! *battle ensues*
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
Bastard, I didn't know who you were
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.91] My beats are slammin...
[00:02.44] One:
[00:04.80] My beats are slammin from the rugged programming
[00:06.94] My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin
[00:09.12] You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the
[00:12.17] Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
[00:14.81] Other MC's got flipped with the ease
[00:17.23] Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
[00:19.62] No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO
[00:22.03] Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW
[00:24.41] Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
[00:27.24] Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
[00:30.68] Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger
[00:33.00] So you betta run for covah!
[00:35.28] Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass
[00:37.08] A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
[00:39.45] Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live
[00:41.54] MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die
[00:44.39] The max-imum of MC's are populating
[00:47.04] The min-imum of those MC's are dominating
[00:49.51] Now all and together now, to what what who?
[00:51.69] Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo
[00:54.55] Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Two:
[01:04.52] Ahh shit, here I go once again
[01:08.72] Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend
[01:11.84] I come old like toe fungus mold
[01:14.68] Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
[01:16.85] Then I came with that old Al Green shit
[01:19.49] Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc
[01:22.34] I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
[01:25.04] Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
[01:27.29] The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
[01:29.49] When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
[01:31.65] I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get
[01:34.84] FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it
[01:43.31] 2X
[02:12.13] Help master! *battle ensues*
[02:19.97] Dragon-fist!
[02:20.55] Horse-fist!
[02:20.96] Bastard, I didn't know who you were
[02:27.00]
[00:02.44] One:
[00:04.80] My beats are slammin from the rugged programming
[00:06.94] My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin
[00:09.12] You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the
[00:12.17] Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
[00:14.81] Other MC's got flipped with the ease
[00:17.23] Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
[00:19.62] No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO
[00:22.03] Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW
[00:24.41] Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
[00:27.24] Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
[00:30.68] Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger
[00:33.00] So you betta run for covah!
[00:35.28] Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass
[00:37.08] A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
[00:39.45] Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live
[00:41.54] MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die
[00:44.39] The max-imum of MC's are populating
[00:47.04] The min-imum of those MC's are dominating
[00:49.51] Now all and together now, to what what who?
[00:51.69] Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo
[00:54.55] Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Two:
[01:04.52] Ahh shit, here I go once again
[01:08.72] Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend
[01:11.84] I come old like toe fungus mold
[01:14.68] Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
[01:16.85] Then I came with that old Al Green shit
[01:19.49] Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc
[01:22.34] I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
[01:25.04] Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
[01:27.29] The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
[01:29.49] When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
[01:31.65] I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get
[01:34.84] FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it
[01:43.31] 2X
[02:12.13] Help master! *battle ensues*
[02:19.97] Dragon-fist!
[02:20.55] Horse-fist!
[02:20.96] Bastard, I didn't know who you were
[02:27.00]