Hippa to da Hoppa lyrics

[Intro]
My beats are slamming

[Verse 1]
My beats are slamming from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm jamming
You could never touch the stamina, while I'm ramming the
Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Begging me for mercy, 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, blowing up n*ggas better than pulling the trigger
So you betta run for cover
n*ggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo money yo pass
Woooh-woooh-woooh, I sweat it live
Is he gonna live doc?, no the n*gga dies
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

[Hook]
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
[Verse 2]
Ahh sh*t, here I go once again
Rhymes get sh*tty 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 sh*t
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 sh*t I'm dropping is stinking up your area
When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier
I keep my breath smelling like sh*t so I can get
Funky baby I'm not having it

[Hook]
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

[Outro]
The Hellfire style!
(Sound of dragon breathing fire) Dragon Fist!
(Sound of horse neighing and running.) Horse Fist!
bast*rd, I didn't know who you were!