Hippa To Da Hoppa Lyrics - The Return To The 36 Chambers - Ol' 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 ass, 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 nigga die 

The maximum of MC's are populating 

The minimum of those MC's are dominating 

Now all and together now, to what what who? 

Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo 

[Chorus] 

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa 

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa 

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 

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 shit I'm droppin' is stinkin' up your area 

When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier 

I keep my breath smellin' like shit so I can get 

Funky, baby I'm not havin' it 

[Chorus: x2] 

Help master! 

Dragon-fist! 

Horse-fist! 

Bastard, I didn't know who you were