Hippa to da Hoppa

[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 rrah, rrah, rrah

Other MCs 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 niggas better than pulling the trigger

So you betta run for cover

Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass

A 40oz bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass

Woo-woo-woo, hospitalized

Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga dies

The maximum of MCs are populating

The minimum of those MCs are dominating

Now all and together now, to what what who

Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo

[Chorus]

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

[Verse 2]

Ah, 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

Sadie 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 dropping is stinking up your area

When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier

I keep my breath smelling like shit, so I can get

Funky, baby, I'm not having it

[Chorus]

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

[Outro]

The Hellfire style

Dragon fist

Horse fist

Bastard, I didn't know who you were