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 burnt cigar, 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 (2x) [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 x2] [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!