Ol' Dirty Bastard — 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 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 niggas better than pulling the trigger So you betta run for cover Niggas 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 nigga 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 [Hook] Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa [Verse 2] Ahh 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 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 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 [Hook] 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 [Outro] The Hellfire style! (Sound of dragon breathing fire) Dragon Fist! (Sound of horse neighing and running.) Horse Fist! Bastard, I didn't know who you were!