Текст песни Ol` Dirty Bastard - Hippa To Da Hoppa
Ol` Dirty Bastard - Hippa To Da Hoppa слова песни
My beats are slammin...Verse One:My beats are slammin from the rugged programmingMy man Bob Marley hey my man I`m JamminYou could never touch the stamina, while I`m rammin thehip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrahOther MC`s got flipped with the easeBeggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music pleaseNo, cause I`m a PRO, rap to the conVOMake a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOWRepresent, my name is Ason, keep calmRhyme`s too smoky, funky like a stink bombBoom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the triggerSo you betta run for covah!Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glassA forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it liveMC gonna live God? No, the nigga dieThe max-imum of MC`s are populatingThe min-imum of those MC`s are dominatingNow all and together now, to what what who?Rhymes come stinky like a girl`s poo-pooChorus:Hippa to da hoppa and you just don`t stoppa (2x)Verse Two:Ahh shit, here I go once againRhymes get shitty from the time that I spendI come old like toe fungus moldAsk my grand-pop pop duke gave my soulThen I came with that old Al Green shitSaaa-die, taught me the ballisitcI get you blurry in your eye with a high notedown, to the Brownsville, oops you got smokedThe shit I`m droppin is stinkin up your areaWhen I shoot it through like a messanger carrierI keep my breath smellin like shit so I can getFUNKY, baby I`m not havin itChorus 2XHelp master! *battle ensues*Dragon-fist!Horse-fist!Bastard, I didn`t know who you were