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OL DIRTY BASTARD 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 ^!$$%z better than pullin the trigger

So you betta run for covah!
^!$$%z better loosen they $$#, 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 ^!$$% 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 %#@!, here I go once again
Rhymes get %#@!ty 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 %#@!

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 %#@! I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like %#@! so I can get

FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it

[Chorus 2X]


Help master! [battle ensues]
Dragon-fist!

Horse-fist!
[email protected]&!, I didn't know who you were

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