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King Just - Hassan Chop lyrics
["king just" scratched up] [chorus 2x] Hassan chop! yo, I cant stop Givin you that off the wall hip hop Hassan chop! yo, I cant stop This the type of shit that you pump on your block [king just] Off top, I came to blow the whole spot Solid as a rock, my whole style is unorthodox Astronomically bait, to a state Where I create rappers rate, snatch ya bodies like the dirty mate Wait, til you hear the next album drop Cuz this shit right here is strictly for the block Put your hemp pump cock, licka shot if you wanna Especially if you drink beer and smoke marijuana Im a goner, to this world of society Thats why kids admire me It must be the sounds that I put in ya ear Crystal clear, have no fear, in any mic I tear In half or to pieces, my style is so ill That my middle name should become jesus Oh please kid, this is off the wall terror A new era, man, I got the illest shit ever Whatever, if you wanna bring it, let it be brought And imma watch the mob hold down the fuckin fort (hold it down) and show em what my skills can do Real niggas represent from the muthafuckin zoo [chorus] [king just] Dont fuck around buck-o, Im stickin like stucco Uh-oh, better get makeover, rhymes is play-do The cradle who rock the hand, imma slam Du-ra-du-ra, spinnin like rodan No man can hold me down, Im like conan The barbarian, muthafuckas, Im crushin em They cant uphold the king just touch of gold Now everything I drop becomes a heavy load I explode on the road, doin shows Givin pounds to my bros, chasin after big ol widows They know, that I got this rap shit lock From the desert oasis all the way to the hilltops At the speed of a hat drop, I make you move ya bumblera And make two-six buck shots, boy, you fuckin blood clots And why not, must I make the music? As if not man, yo, I just might lose it Dont confuse it, we all in the same game You dont know me, you just know my name Was it the fame, that made me insane in the brain Drivin this track like a runaway train All aboard, shaolin scored We goin on a world tour, raise ya hand if youre sure [chorus] [king just] Now whos true to hip hop? Cuz if not, I throw em in the headlock And smoke pot, like if I was raised in woodstock The hand cot, got me mesmerized Cesstify, look at the red in my eyes Oh why, must you test the best of this rap profess And guess that I would settle for less Yo, Im stressed, and it keeps buildin up What the fuck, roll up, hold up, throw up The stage, my face is on front page Now Im a rage, they let the zoo niggas out the cage Watch me raise, and burn shit up like the inferno Thoughts so deep you need to write them in your journal Ask the colonel, my shit is finger linkin Im flippin, and aint enough shit til I put the shit in em And strike like the 5 deadly venoms, and dead em Forget em, fuck em, turn around and uppercut em For frontin, talkin shit and really wasnt sayin nothin [chorus 2x] [outro] A new era, a new day and age Off the wall hip hop Raow, raow Once again, peace ["ahh" scratched up] |
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