Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).My beats are slammin. Get the embed code Ol' Dirty Bastard - Return to the 36 Chambers Album Lyrics1.Baby C'mon2.Brooklyn Zoo3.Brooklyn Zoo 2 (Tiger Crane)4.Cuttin' Dancin'7.Don't U Know8.Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)9.Goin' Down10.Harlem World11.Hippa to da Hide14.Shimmy Shimmy StompOl' Dirty Bastard Lyrics provided by Chorus: Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa (2x) Verse Two: Ahh s, here I go once again Rhymes get s 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 s 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 s I'm. Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend. Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfuckerīut when it come to fuckin' with you MC's Chorus: Hippa to da hoppa and you just dont stoppa 2x Verse Two: Ahh shit, here I go once again. Get your ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy Get your ass in the house, boy, I told you Hippa to da hoppa an you just dont stoppa Hippa to da hoppa an you just dont stoppa 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 grandpop, Pop Duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green shit Sadie, taught me the ballistic I get you blurry in your eye with a. ![]() Throw your hands in the air 'cause in this one is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly I wanna give a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, doorįor the niggaz who's here and the girls who's out there Like the two six eight problems, you should demonstrate Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice When I rhyme I get loose, better than Mother Goose When I rap, people clap, show they pistols and shove Not a swine or dove from the heavens up above Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I love' Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV Nothing to gain, but yet and still you came When you tried to claim for the talent and the fame Make you imitate the brother in the state of New YorkĬhain on your brain that drove you insane Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your mind? Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your assĬlaBlame it on another sucka nigga in your class Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven You tell your friends that your home is like heaven Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot (Sperm, germ, slimy-worm) DISINTEGRATED MAGGOT! YOU DUCKIN' SUCKIN, MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT! Got holes in your drawers and when you fart them shits (whistle) Got slob around your mouth, green cold in your eyes Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-ass guys You're not the king of the ditch, youse a queen of a bitchĪnd like a homosexual your ass always switch You got shot because you knew you were rot You was stimulated from the high post (rhyme) Roast rockin' rhymes that was always (Lame) ![]() ![]() When the MC's came to live out their name Hippa to Da Hoppa Lyrics: My beats are slamming / My beats are slamming from the rugged programming / My man Bob Marley hey my man Im jamming / You could. Then a brother get the feelin' that he want to play coolĬannibal, humanoid, underground (Dweller)Ĭhud broke loose from the goddamn (Cellar) Now all and together now, to what what who Rhymes come stinky like a girls. They said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one" (way) A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass. Through the time that I spent, money that I lent To respect an intellect with this gratifying With the button on record and the other on (Play) I went to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang show So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin' Unless you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo See my name is somethin' that you won't know Most people gather around to hear the show Looking for all-time hits Hindi songs to add to your playlist With its catchy rhythm and playful lyrics, Hippa to Da Hoppa Instrumental 2020 Remaster is a. See 'cause tonight is the night of all nights Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at themselves Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World
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