作词 : Diggs, Jones My beats are slammin' My beats are slammin' from the rugged programmin' 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 rrah rrah rrah Other MC's got flipped with the ease Beggin' me for mercy, 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 ******, better than pullin' the trigger So you betta run for cover ****** better loosen they ass, felt the glass A forty ounce bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass Woo woo woo, I sweat it live MC gonna live God? No, the ***** dies The maximum of MC's are populatin' The minimum of those MC's are dominatin' Now all an' together now, to what, what, who? Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo poo Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Ahh, ****, here I go once again Rhymes get ****ty from the time that I spendI come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grandpop, Pop Duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green **** Sadie, taught me the ballistic I get you blurry in your eye with a high note Down to the Brownsville, oops, you got smoked The **** 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 getFunky, baby, I'm not havin' it Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Help, Master Dragonfist HorsefistBastard, I didn't know who you were
作词 : Diggs, Jones My beats are slammin' My beats are slammin' from the rugged programmin' 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 rrah rrah rrah Other MC's got flipped with the ease Beggin' me for mercy, 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 ******, better than pullin' the trigger So you betta run for cover ****** better loosen they ass, felt the glass A forty ounce bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass Woo woo woo, I sweat it live MC gonna live God? No, the ***** dies The maximum of MC's are populatin' The minimum of those MC's are dominatin' Now all an' together now, to what, what, who? Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo poo Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Ahh, ****, here I go once again Rhymes get ****ty from the time that I spendI come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grandpop, Pop Duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green **** Sadie, taught me the ballistic I get you blurry in your eye with a high note Down to the Brownsville, oops, you got smoked The **** 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 getFunky, baby, I'm not havin' it Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa Help, Master Dragonfist HorsefistBastard, I didn't know who you were
