Hippa To Da Hoppa
(专辑: The Return To The 36 Chambers - 1995)
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