[Intro] Journey into my world, yeah But don't ride my dick, ooh Welcome to Hop Madness Don't ride my dick Welcome to Hop Madness Don't ride my dick
[Verse 1] I'm the undeniably hot nigga who making hip hop iller Your spot filler, I smash rappers, I done got sicker Hopzilla, I'm like a mischievous prop getter I'ma probably get popped by Biggie and Pac's killer Look at my pock's fill up, now I'm a twat driller I remember the days when bitches would not pick up The phone when I would call them, now hoes is not a problem I rose up from the bottom, "Hey bro, you're fucking awesome!" But I ain't here to brag about a new Porsche with two doors You made a killing now I'm about to bring a few more It's time you feel my true force, from Cali straight to New York Y'all gon' kiss my ass like you tried to make me do yours, bitch You want a active beef? Think before attacking me I know I'm quick to get outta line like I have to pee It's obvious that I got your heart thumping I may look like a fucking idiot, but I promise I'm far from it
[Hook] A year ago I wasn't all that Now all off a sudden bitches all on my ball sack Am I your best friend? What? Heck no You can be a fan of all of my songs, nigga but, just don't Ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick Yes, don't ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick
[Verse 2] Check me out I talk shit and whip beats, I'm a true MC Only one who tells me what to do is me Take a close look at FV and what it grew to be Hoppa, Dizzy, me and three Z has made the group complete My shit is past basic, in my eyes I feel I have made it Came a long way from my mom and dad's basement When I do shows now the women strip me half naked My motherfucking bad language got my ass famous Now labels thinking about signing me (yes) MTV has got they eye on me (yes) Skubbedy dubbedy wow, this is irony I still ain't giving a fuck So if I hurt your feelings tell it to your diary Nigga, I'm so beast, rhyming over cold beats Finally shining without the diamonds and gold teeth The higher in power trying to bring fire in on me So I keep my guards up, when I'm tired I don't sleep
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[Verse 3] I know there's whole lot of niggas who wonder why I keep dissin' I ain't trippin', just listen, I'm on a discrete mission Rappers speaking on drugs, money and deceive women for a check While they boss grillin', sittin' in their seat spinnin' That's like the foulest crime Somewhere down the line I was bound to rise To make a difference, and now it's time I know you rappers is about a dime But it's hard for me to leave the corrupted minds I'm surrounded by I ain't the nigga you go outshine Truth is, you only go in when I'm coming outside Fuck your road, turning down mine When you greet me get on your knees and open your mouth wide For the record I ain't the type to share If you a rapper tainting my image, then war is what I might declare Just cause I'm buzzing off the white contacts Don't mean you should take your ass to Hot Topic to buy a pair
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
