Hippa To Da Hoppa Lyrics

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
The sh*t I`m droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like sh*t 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