Song Lyrics

My beats are slammin'

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 rah rah rah
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 ho, at a strip show
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom! Blowin' up niggas better than pullin' the trigger
So you betta' run for cover!
Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
Ooh ooh ooh I sweat it live
MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die
The maximum of MC's are populating
The minimum of those MC's are dominating
Now all and together now, to what what who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo

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

Ah 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 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 get
Funky, baby I'm not havin' it

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

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

Al Jackson, Booker T. Jones, Duck Dunn, Robert Diggs, Russell T. Jones, Steve Cropper

The duration of Hippa to Da Hoppa is 3:14 minutes and seconds.