Hippa to Da Hoppa

Lyrics

[Intro] My beats are slamming [Verse 1] My beats are slamming from the rugged programming My man Bob Marley, hey, my man, I'm jamming You could never touch the stamina while I'm ramming the Hip-hop crowd makes me rrah, rrah, rrah Other MCs got flipped with the ease Begging me for mercy, stop the music, please No, 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo Make a crowd say ho at a strip show Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb Boom, blowing up niggas better than pulling the trigger So you betta run for cover Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass A 40oz bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass Woo-woo-woo, hospitalized Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga dies The maximum of MCs are populating The minimum of those MCs are dominating Now all and together now, to what what who Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo [Chorus] Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa [Verse 2] 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 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 shit I'm dropping is stinking up your area When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier I keep my breath smelling like shit, so I can get Funky, baby, I'm not having it [Chorus] Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa [Outro] The Hellfire style Dragon fist Horse fist Bastard, I didn't know who you were