Текст песни Ol` Dirty Bastard -  Hippa To Da Hoppa   
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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