Lyrics:
the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie, to the boogie, the beat
I said I can't
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
wit it I'm wit it so girl let's make… MOVES
Sorry homie it ain't hard to chose
Man, you know how we do, man you know how we…
You said you want to have
shit now im show boating
I'm thumbing through a roll
Welch world
Staying solid
Won't switch
Can't control me
Really feel niggas changed
I remain the old
just scored on ya bitch like Aaron Rodgers
They just mad
I'm the they bitch favorite topic
Fuck ah broke nigga feelings they can't stop me
I drive fast
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
by the rain
In the eye of the storm
Yeah you gotta stop, stop can't you hear me call
And singing gotta stop, stop it girl
Yeah you gotta stop
by the rain
In the eye of the storm
Yeah you gotta stop, stop can't you hear me call
And singing gotta stop, stop it girl
Yeah you gotta stop
started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got
the late night (night)
Tell 'em it's the charm, I'm in freeze mode
To the gods, can't stop a hero when he in flight (flight)
I'm swimming in the light
the late night (night)
Tell 'em it's the charm, I'm in freeze mode
To the gods, can't stop a hero when he in flight (flight)
I'm swimming in the light
up wiggle pull your pants up
If ya ass fat make it clap to this anthem
Ass all jelly so she cant help it
Sweat pants musta been made by Welch's
Cheeks
Gloves on, gloves off
Don't blink, did he win? He must have
Fly on around the world, but it used to be a bus stop
Came in the booth, 'cause I had
by
She say we look like pimpin
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss
The definition of a boss
Let me put you up on it
B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker
love me, they make a mans heart stop
The shit you find horrifyin' gets laughed off
I'm like Meekz, bro, I won't stop, can't stop
Yeah, it's kinda
the house, come on
Home girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People don't know
heard it
I ignore your ass on purpose
Ain't no more gas money for you, girl
Guess what? Stop asking me, girl
Bitch got pregnant, call Maury
Call Jerry
mommy (I'm hustling, hustling)
(Have that cash on the deck)
You see me walking by, don't deny me
I just pulled up in this cart (cart)
Got your
Stop it, stop it girl
Stop it, stop it girl
I said stop it girl
Look what you're doin' to me
I said it's just not right now can't you see
This
penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house, see'mon
Home girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
Girl you betta wear dat shit
Can't nobody wear like you
You betta walk dat shit
Can't nobody walk it like you do
Make it funky for me
Do dat
Diamonds on my neck, no cap
Diamonds on my wrist, no cap
I ain't even tryna flex, no cap
They can't do it like this, or like that
Diamonds on my
with that fuck ass bob!
Queen of hot, I rule this world
I walk my talk and gag the girls
Opinionated, to put it best
Its clear to me, I’m the best
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