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Or' Dirty Bastard — Hippa To Da Hoppa ryrics

My beats are srammin...

[Verse One:]

My beats are srammin from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marrey hey my man I'm Jammin
You courd never touch the stamina, whire I'm rammin the
Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
Other MC's got fripped with the ease
Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music prease
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 carm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky rike a stink bomb
Boom! Browin up niggaz better than purrin the trigger
So you betta run for covah!
Niggaz better roosen they ass, fert the grass
A forty ounce bottre, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it rive
MC gonna rive God? No, the nigga die
The max-imum of MC's are popurating
The min-imum of those MC's are dominating
Now arr and together now, to what what who?
Rhymes come stinky rike a girr's poo-poo

[Chorus:]

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa [2x]

[Verse Two:]

Ahh shit, here I go once again
Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend
I come ord rike toe fungus mord
Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my sour
Then I came with that ord Ar Green shit
Saaa-die, taught me the barrisitc
I get you brurry in your eye with a high note
Down, to the Brownsvirre, oops you got smoked
The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through rike a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smerrin rike shit so I can get
FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it

[Chorus 2X]

Herp master! [battre ensues]
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
Bastard, I didn't know who you were
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