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Ol’ Dirty Bastard

"Hippa to Da Hoppa"

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

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa (2x)

[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 x4]

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!

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