Song | Hippa to da Hoppa |
Artist | Ol' Dirty Bastard |
Album | Return to the 36 Chambers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Diggs, Jones | |
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 rrah | |
Other 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 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 cover | |
Niggaz 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 dies | |
The 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 poo | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa | |
Ahh, shit, here | |
I go once again | |
Rhymes get shitty from the time that | |
I spendI come old like toe fungus mold | |
Ask my grandpop, | |
Pop Duke gave my soul | |
Then 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 smoked | |
The 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 getFunky, baby, | |
I'm not havin' it | |
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 stoppa | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa | |
Help, Master | |
Dragonfist | |
HorsefistBastard, | |
I didn't know who you were |
zuo ci : Diggs, Jones | |
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 rrah | |
Other 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 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 cover | |
Niggaz 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 dies | |
The 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 poo | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don' t stoppa | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don' t stoppa | |
Ahh, shit, here | |
I go once again | |
Rhymes get shitty from the time that | |
I spendI come old like toe fungus mold | |
Ask my grandpop, | |
Pop Duke gave my soul | |
Then 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 smoked | |
The 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 getFunky, baby, | |
I' m not havin' it | |
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 stoppa | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don' t stoppa | |
Help, Master | |
Dragonfist | |
HorsefistBastard, | |
I didn' t know who you were |
zuò cí : Diggs, Jones | |
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 rrah | |
Other 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 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 cover | |
Niggaz 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 dies | |
The 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 poo | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don' t stoppa | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don' t stoppa | |
Ahh, shit, here | |
I go once again | |
Rhymes get shitty from the time that | |
I spendI come old like toe fungus mold | |
Ask my grandpop, | |
Pop Duke gave my soul | |
Then 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 smoked | |
The 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 getFunky, baby, | |
I' m not havin' it | |
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 stoppa | |
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don' t stoppa | |
Help, Master | |
Dragonfist | |
HorsefistBastard, | |
I didn' t know who you were |