[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 rah, rah, rah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Begging me for mercy, gon' 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 mad bigger than the trigger
So you betta' run for cover
Niggas better loosеn they ass, felt the glass
A forty ouncе bottle, yo, yo, yo money, yo pass
Woo-woo-woo, I swear to lives
Is he gonna live doc'? No the nigga died
The maximum of MC's are populating
The minimum of those MC's are dominating
They're all in together now (All in together now)
To what, what, who?
Rhymes come stinkin' 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
Rhyme gets shitty from the time that I spend
I come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand-pop, "Pop Duke give me soul" (Give me soul, give me 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 (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
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
The Hellfire style
(Yup)
Dragon fist
Horse fist
Bastard, I didn't know who you were
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