Street Hop 2010 Lyrics - Street Hop - Royce Da 5'9

I smoke good like a Rasta mon 

All around me I'm on point like a octagon 

I'm the optimum 

I'ma be eatin' until my belly stick out as far as the Octomom 

I'm an abomination 

I'm an anomaly in conversation, I'm honorin' confrontation 

With a dime doin' dominatrix on her 

Disrespect me I'll wet you like condensation 

Water, I'm a mixture between Chris Brown and Chris Jericho 

Where's your daughter? 

I'm more than y'all can handle 

At the Grammy's I'll send an Indian girl to the podium 

To say no thank you like Marlon Brando 

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The Oscars, 'The Godfather', our father, you should praise me 

I got some syphilis nun chucks wearin' a AIDS key 

That mean I'm sick when I kick shit 

Come to my concert get some SARS on the tip of your ticket 

I'm super cold 

I don't spit, I shit on your whole team 

These niggaz think I'm from Cleveland 

It's somethin' the way I be droppin' the Browns off at the Super Bowl 

Game time, nigga let's hit the sto' 

And if I gave a fuck, this is where the hook would go 

This is 'Street Hop', no rules 

The rest of y'all niggaz watered down like old dudes 

I'm willin' to do what you won't do, I'm old school 

I'm a mac, I punch rappers 'cause I'm Pro Tools 

I hit your pause button, I cease frontin' 

You don't start nothin', it still might be somethin' 

You don't want nothin', you might have somethin' 

If I go over your head it's cause your ass duckin' 

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Fuck the underground 

I rhyme for them fly motherfuckers that's up 

That ain't tryin' to dumb it down 

Fuck radio, fuck video 

I live by the Bust' 'Scenario', what the dealio? 

You could stop listenin', right now 

I'm pussy eatin' with bitches, I put the dyke down 

'Cause I'm a diamond, I'm llama rhymin', you Ramadan-in 

Simon says that in my prime I'm here 

Everywhere I go it's a crime there 

While you on-lookin' at me in the lawn chair 

Cocaine, propane 

I'm a livin' degenerate of the dope game 

Relate to it though you thought you probably couldn't 

Put a face to the opposite of how the fake do it 

I'm hip-hop's savior, the old faithful 

Sick shit, stop you off that liquid like brake fluid 

This is 'Street Hop'