Hippa To Da Hoppa - Old Dirty Bastard

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 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 ni**a 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

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Ahh sh*t' 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 sh*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 sh*t I'm droppin is stinkin up your area

When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier

I keep my breath smellin like sh*t 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

The hellfire style

Dragon fist

Horse fist

Bastard I didn't know who you were