Hopsin - The B Bop lyrics
rate me[Intro]"Excuse me, are you Hopsin?""Yeah, why? Who wants to know?""My mommy doesn't like me listenin to you, but could youLike sin me one of those songs? Like, like one of the cool ones?""Man I got to go man I'm not tryin to sing...""Please?""Alright, alright alright..."[Chorus]It's the be-bop, my be-bop songDo the be-bop, ain't nothin wrongCome on!Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung, oh baby!Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung, oh baby![Hopsin]Aiyyo it's time to brin the West back, pass me the exlaxSo I can shit on all these niggaz when I wreck tracksYour flow ain't that ill, I think you should adjust thatHomie I don't mean to be rude to you, it's just thatYou ain't the first nigga I seen with an attitudeUp on the mic tryin' to explain what the gat'll doYour skills won't get you that place up in MalibuYou better off tryin' to go slan with a bag of fruitAnd leave it up to me, I got the bubbliesI'll do in an hour what would take your ass a couple daysMy contacts make the ladies fall in love with meHe's the joker of rap is what these motherfuckers sayI'm slightly psychotic and idiotic but modest whenever spottedSo logically I'm a profit, face it niggaz you just suckAnd as far as your game, it ain't never had legs to step up[Chorus][Hopsin]Man I'm tired of the ghetto, hope I make it out this placeIll niggaz runnin around like an ape up out the cageAnd it ain't about the change, man these things are not the sameAll these killers wanna leave my brain layin on the paveAnd I ain't did nothing, all these little kids cussingLearnin from their big cousins how to go and get stuck inA correctional facility, messin up their libertyActin a fool makin unnecessary enemiesYes it's very weird to me, I did not get caught in itI was into rap, for some reason I love the art of itI ain't never drank or smoked because I'm smarter thanThat and I didn't want to grow up to be what my father isGotta make a living, got plans of movin out the hood, not stayin in itI hate these cheap apartments, and these vague complainin attendantsRoaches in the kitchen but I ain't really trippinI'll be rollin in a minute, singin[Chorus][Hopsin]On the mic I burn niggaz and turn rappers to singersI learn that on the day I confirmed I was the slayerI serve packs of these haters my words actually rape 'emAnd where's daddy to save him? My urge has to be fatalUp in this music shit the sky's the limit for risin in itLon as I'm consistent and keep on usin my eyes as gimmicksI'ma be the talk of the town, walkin aroundLike "Yes this rap game, I'm the boss of it now"[Chorus]
