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Hippa To Da Hoppa

My beats are slammin'My beats are slammin' from the rugged programmin'

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 rrah rrah rrahOther MC's got flipped with the ease

Beggin' me for mercy, stop the music please

No, 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo

Make a crowd say hoe, at a strip showRepresent, 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 coverNiggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass

A forty ounce bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass

Woo woo woo, I sweat it live

MC gonna live God? No, the nigga diesThe maximum of MC's are populatin'

The minimum of those MC's are dominatin'

Now all an' together now, to what, what, who?

Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo pooHippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppaAhh, shit, here I go once again

Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend

I come old like toe fungus mold

Ask my grandpop, Pop Duke gave my soulThen 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 smokedThe shit I'm droppin' is stinkin' up your area

When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier

I keep my breath smellin' like shit so I can get

Funky, baby, I'm not havin' itHippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppaHelp, Master

Dragonfist

Horsefist

Bastard, I didn't know who you were

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