Hippa To Da Hoppa
Ol' Dirty Bastard Lyrics


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My beats are slammin'

My beats are slammin' from the rugged programming
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 rah rah rah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Beggin' me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
No, 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo'
Make a crowd say ho, at a strip show
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom! Blowin' up niggas better than pullin' the trigger
So you betta' run for cover!
Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
Ooh ooh ooh I sweat it live
MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die
The maximum of MC's are populating
The minimum of those MC's are dominating
Now all and together now, to what what who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Ah shit, here I go once again
Rhymes get shitty 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 shit
Saaa-die, taught me the ballistic
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The shit 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 get
Funky, baby I'm not havin' it

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa





Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ol' Dirty Bastard's "Hippa to da Hoppa" are a classic example of his unique, eccentric style. The song opens with ODB proclaiming the quality of his beats, which are "slammin'" due to his rugged programming. He then pays tribute to Bob Marley, declaring that he's "Jammin'". ODB brags about his stamina, which allows him to dominate the hip-hop crowd and make them say "rah rah rah". He is confident in his skills as a rapper and refuses to stop the music when other MCs beg him to.


ODB then delivers some humorous, off-the-wall rhymes, referring to himself as Ason and declaring that his rhymes are "smoky" and "funky like a stink bomb". He boasts about his ability to blow up his competition and commands them to "loosen they ass". Despite his bizarre lyrics, ODB's flow is smooth and confident throughout the song.


In the second verse, ODB continues to showcase his unique style with references to toe fungus and Al Green. He brags about his ability to get "blurry in your eye with a high note" and takes credit for smoking his competition from Brownsville. The last lines of the song repeat the title phrase "Hippa to da Hoppa" and emphasize that ODB isn't stopping anytime soon.


Line by Line Meaning

My beats are slammin'
My music is expertly made with forceful bass and intense rhythm


My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin'
I'm listening to the music of the legendary Bob Marley while I create my own beats


You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin' the
My energy and skill are unmatched as I rap


Hip-hop crowd makes me rah rah rah
The audience at a hip-hop show excites me and I get pumped up


Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Other rappers are easily bested by my skills


Beggin' me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
Other rappers beg for a break or a distraction from my excellence


No, 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo'
I am a professional and my rhymes are central to the conversation


Make a crowd say ho, at a strip show
My music is so irresistible it can even make a strip show crowd hype


Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
My name is Ason and I am representing myself with composure


Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
My rhymes are strange and unusual, like a funky stink bomb


Boom! Blowin' up niggas better than pullin' the trigger
My music is so powerful it can take down enemies better than a gun


So you betta' run for cover!
My rhymes and beats are so intense you better shield yourself


Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass
Rappers need to relax and enjoy the party like they enjoyed a forty in the past


A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
Pass around a forty ounce bottle as a shared experience at the gathering


Ooh ooh ooh I sweat it live
I put all my effort into my live performances


MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die
Rappers should focus on living in the moment and creating something meaningful, rather than worrying about legacy and fame


The maximum of MC's are populating
There are a lot of rappers out there making music


The minimum of those MC's are dominating
However, only a select few rappers are truly dominating the industry


Now all and together now, to what what who?
Now everyone together, let's listen to what I have to say


Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo
My rhymes are unconventional and maybe even a little off-putting


Ah shit, here I go once again
Here I am, ready to go with another round of rhymes


Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend
My rhymes don't always need to be perfect, they just need to be created from the heart and soul


I come old like toe fungus mold
I might not be young, but I still have something worth saying


Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
I have been influenced and inspired by generations before me


Then I came with that old Al Green shit
I have taken inspiration from old-school soul music, like Al Green


Saaa-die, taught me the ballistic
I've learned to be tough and aggressive from my upbringing in a rough area


I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
My high notes and vocals can hit you right in the emotions


Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
I represent the tough neighborhood of Brownsville and can easily take down anyone who opposes me


The shit I'm droppin' is stinkin' up your area
My music is so unconventional and powerful that it's shaking up the rap scene


When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier
I deliver my music just like a messenger delivers a message


I keep my breath smellin' like shit so I can get
I purposely keep my breath smelly to indicate that I care more about making music than appearances


Funky, baby I'm not havin' it
My music is funky and unconventional and that's just the way it is




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Al Jackson, Booker T. Jones, Duck Dunn, Robert Diggs, Russell T. Jones, Steve Cropper

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