Break It Down Lyrics
| Song | Break It Down |
| Artist | Hopsin |
| Album | Gazing At The Moonlight |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lets Go [Chorus (X2)] | |
| Break it down (down down down down…) | |
| Gotta get up (get up), say what | |
| Get up (get up), say what | |
| Now may I kick a flow for y'all | |
| That's slow and raw | |
| For niggas who thinking the west coast fell off | |
| But first, | |
| I'd like to give a little toast to all | |
| Who's souls was lost up in the rap flows in all (gee) | |
| Back to my original topic | |
| Fuck the bullshit you should be getting with | |
| Hopsin On that real rap shit man forget the imposters | |
| Y'all destroyed hip hop (good) | |
| Mission accomplished | |
| Now I'mma make them regret this shit | |
| Bringing back all the elements | |
| Making these fellas swell up | |
| And tell them that fucking hell is hit | |
| I got to focus though | |
| And come down on all my zoning's yo | |
| Because I'm prone to blow | |
| And destroy all my lyric chromosomes | |
| I told you folks that it's over | |
| So go and roll up your soldiers | |
| And be out this bitch like hocus pocus | |
| I'm so ferocious | |
| I had the potion but no one noticed | |
| And now I'm about to blow up even bigger than my nose is [Chorus (X2)] | |
| I'd like to bust another verse if | |
| I may The mess | |
| I made, make rappers want to catch my fade | |
| I'm just not sane, all y'all affect my brain | |
| So don't be running up trying to put me in headlocks mayne | |
| It's like | |
| I pin em like a poster, get em and just roast em | |
| When it comes to this verbal abuses, do not approach him | |
| I toast em, bury them in an oasis | |
| Then write a book about it like | |
| OJ did (stupid stupid) | |
| I'm that new nigga all the kids gonna look up to | |
| With a middle finger in the sky screaming “ | |
| Fuck school†| |
| You don't want your child bumping | |
| Hop? Nigga fuck you | |
| Who's a better dad? | |
| You or me? | |
| Let your son choose | |
| Girl, why you acting so passionate? | |
| You smiling at me like | |
| I was attracted to fat women | |
| Shit, go dance your ass up in the cut with your big butt | |
| Come to think about it, never mind | |
| I could use a nut [Chorus (X2)] | |
| Still the same nigga, still using fruity loops | |
| Play this shit up in the club, watch what her booty do | |
| I ain't got to fuck with all the high tech shit | |
| I keep the kitchen grimy cooking up my next hit | |
| I guess it's how | |
| I was raised, and now | |
| I get paid | |
| To go and write some bullshit a couple hours a day | |
| I just pop a tune on and the music will move me | |
| My message is deeper than this shit if you listen closely | |
| Yo, I got a habit for smashing faggots | |
| In fact I'm a dashing rapping savage | |
| Assassin who has a passion | |
| To just see 'em, read 'em, eat em | |
| Beat em, flee em then feed em to muselina | |
| I seem to be the most heated speaker | |
| I'll defeat your leader | |
| Freak your diva then freaking leave her | |
| Hopsin, he a demon | |
| Y'all knowing he a beast (what!) | |
| How the fuck am | |
| I supposed to act? | |
| The west coast is back! [Chorus (X2)] |
| Lets Go Chorus X2 | |
| Break it down down down down down | |
| Gotta get up get up, say what | |
| Get up get up, say what | |
| Now may I kick a flow for y' all | |
| That' s slow and raw | |
| For niggas who thinking the west coast fell off | |
| But first, | |
| I' d like to give a little toast to all | |
| Who' s souls was lost up in the rap flows in all gee | |
| Back to my original topic | |
| Fuck the bullshit you should be getting with | |
| Hopsin On that real rap shit man forget the imposters | |
| Y' all destroyed hip hop good | |
| Mission accomplished | |
| Now I' mma make them regret this shit | |
| Bringing back all the elements | |
| Making these fellas swell up | |
| And tell them that fucking hell is hit | |
| I got to focus though | |
| And come down on all my zoning' s yo | |
| Because I' m prone to blow | |
| And destroy all my lyric chromosomes | |
| I told you folks that it' s over | |
| So go and roll up your soldiers | |
| And be out this bitch like hocus pocus | |
| I' m so ferocious | |
| I had the potion but no one noticed | |
| And now I' m about to blow up even bigger than my nose is Chorus X2 | |
| I' d like to bust another verse if | |
| I may The mess | |
| I made, make rappers want to catch my fade | |
| I' m just not sane, all y' all affect my brain | |
| So don' t be running up trying to put me in headlocks mayne | |
| It' s like | |
| I pin em like a poster, get em and just roast em | |
| When it comes to this verbal abuses, do not approach him | |
| I toast em, bury them in an oasis | |
| Then write a book about it like | |
| OJ did stupid stupid | |
| I' m that new nigga all the kids gonna look up to | |
| With a middle finger in the sky screaming | |
| Fuck school | |
| You don' t want your child bumping | |
| Hop? Nigga fuck you | |
| Who' s a better dad? | |
| You or me? | |
| Let your son choose | |
| Girl, why you acting so passionate? | |
| You smiling at me like | |
| I was attracted to fat women | |
| Shit, go dance your ass up in the cut with your big butt | |
| Come to think about it, never mind | |
| I could use a nut Chorus X2 | |
| Still the same nigga, still using fruity loops | |
| Play this shit up in the club, watch what her booty do | |
| I ain' t got to fuck with all the high tech shit | |
| I keep the kitchen grimy cooking up my next hit | |
| I guess it' s how | |
| I was raised, and now | |
| I get paid | |
| To go and write some bullshit a couple hours a day | |
| I just pop a tune on and the music will move me | |
| My message is deeper than this shit if you listen closely | |
| Yo, I got a habit for smashing faggots | |
| In fact I' m a dashing rapping savage | |
| Assassin who has a passion | |
| To just see ' em, read ' em, eat em | |
| Beat em, flee em then feed em to muselina | |
| I seem to be the most heated speaker | |
| I' ll defeat your leader | |
| Freak your diva then freaking leave her | |
| Hopsin, he a demon | |
| Y' all knowing he a beast what! | |
| How the fuck am | |
| I supposed to act? | |
| The west coast is back! Chorus X2 |
| Lets Go Chorus X2 | |
| Break it down down down down down | |
| Gotta get up get up, say what | |
| Get up get up, say what | |
| Now may I kick a flow for y' all | |
| That' s slow and raw | |
| For niggas who thinking the west coast fell off | |
| But first, | |
| I' d like to give a little toast to all | |
| Who' s souls was lost up in the rap flows in all gee | |
| Back to my original topic | |
| Fuck the bullshit you should be getting with | |
| Hopsin On that real rap shit man forget the imposters | |
| Y' all destroyed hip hop good | |
| Mission accomplished | |
| Now I' mma make them regret this shit | |
| Bringing back all the elements | |
| Making these fellas swell up | |
| And tell them that fucking hell is hit | |
| I got to focus though | |
| And come down on all my zoning' s yo | |
| Because I' m prone to blow | |
| And destroy all my lyric chromosomes | |
| I told you folks that it' s over | |
| So go and roll up your soldiers | |
| And be out this bitch like hocus pocus | |
| I' m so ferocious | |
| I had the potion but no one noticed | |
| And now I' m about to blow up even bigger than my nose is Chorus X2 | |
| I' d like to bust another verse if | |
| I may The mess | |
| I made, make rappers want to catch my fade | |
| I' m just not sane, all y' all affect my brain | |
| So don' t be running up trying to put me in headlocks mayne | |
| It' s like | |
| I pin em like a poster, get em and just roast em | |
| When it comes to this verbal abuses, do not approach him | |
| I toast em, bury them in an oasis | |
| Then write a book about it like | |
| OJ did stupid stupid | |
| I' m that new nigga all the kids gonna look up to | |
| With a middle finger in the sky screaming | |
| Fuck school | |
| You don' t want your child bumping | |
| Hop? Nigga fuck you | |
| Who' s a better dad? | |
| You or me? | |
| Let your son choose | |
| Girl, why you acting so passionate? | |
| You smiling at me like | |
| I was attracted to fat women | |
| Shit, go dance your ass up in the cut with your big butt | |
| Come to think about it, never mind | |
| I could use a nut Chorus X2 | |
| Still the same nigga, still using fruity loops | |
| Play this shit up in the club, watch what her booty do | |
| I ain' t got to fuck with all the high tech shit | |
| I keep the kitchen grimy cooking up my next hit | |
| I guess it' s how | |
| I was raised, and now | |
| I get paid | |
| To go and write some bullshit a couple hours a day | |
| I just pop a tune on and the music will move me | |
| My message is deeper than this shit if you listen closely | |
| Yo, I got a habit for smashing faggots | |
| In fact I' m a dashing rapping savage | |
| Assassin who has a passion | |
| To just see ' em, read ' em, eat em | |
| Beat em, flee em then feed em to muselina | |
| I seem to be the most heated speaker | |
| I' ll defeat your leader | |
| Freak your diva then freaking leave her | |
| Hopsin, he a demon | |
| Y' all knowing he a beast what! | |
| How the fuck am | |
| I supposed to act? | |
| The west coast is back! Chorus X2 |
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