Ol' Dirty Bastard - Hippa To Da Happa | Текст песни

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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 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 once bottle, yo-yo-yo-yo money yo pass!
Woooh-woooh-woooh! 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...

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 grandpop - pop duke gave my soul!
Then I came with that old Al Green shit
Saaadie, 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 messanger 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...

Help master...
Dragon-fist...
Horse-fist...
Bastard, I didn't know who you were...

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