Hippa To Da Hoppa lyrics

Song information

Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Album: Return To The 36 Chambers

Lyrics

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 shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like shit 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