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Versuri Hippa to da hoppa
- Ol' Dirty Bastard

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Artist: Ol Dirty Bastard
Album: Return to the 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version
Song: Hippa to Da Hoppa.

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 a*, 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 s***, here I go once again
Rhymes get s***y 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 s***t
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 s***t I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like s***t 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