Hip HA-HA Hop Lyrics

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What up Mark Twain's

Westside

Alright everybody it's time for the new dance

Another rap trend that ruined my first romance

So put your hands in your pocket

Then wrap your hands around your money

Then put it up like it ain't no object

Then throw it in the air

Then do the turnaround like your hoe ain't care

Hey I need your shoulders right there

Where oh I forgot you cannot see me

Nowadays hip hop is made for TV but come on check it

What I need you to do is do the Carlton from Fresh Prince

Now do the Marvin the Martian like this

What I mean is act real crazy and then stop

Now do the where is your baby and who's they pops!

Now do the where is your baby and who's they pops!

Yo where is your baby who is they pops?

Videos of ass pop instead of pop lock

Pick up everything then I want you to drop

Work real hard and don't care what you got or what you have

Now you need to do the Cabbage Patch

Asking if I'm iced up maybe if I had a glass

Just rub on your hips and baby smack that ass

Arch out your back and honey cut the grass

The Ronald McDonald you bending horizontal make it clap

You can do it with your hands you can do it with your feet

If you're a paraplegic baby you can do it with your teeth

Put your hands on the steering wheel and cruise to the beat

Where is hip hop moving we slowly cruising towards defeat

It's the H to the I to the P to the P to the O to the H and the H-O-P

It's the hip hop, hip hop

Come on y'all, y'all know what it is

It's hip hop

It's the H to the I to the P to the P to the O to the H and the H-O-P

It's the hip hop, hip hop

Come on y'all, y'all know what it is

Hip hop

Then put your right foot in front of your left

Light a bunt to the chest, digest and you rest

Wake up on one foot and do the two steps

Three or four, hip hop's a metaphor

And the culture is a treasure chest

If you wanna find it do the dig with the shovel

Keep on digging till you realize why you in trouble

And once you find your fossils you realize why you so hostile

I'm stressed out, trick you best twerk it like a brothel

Yeah the old days like the O.K. Corral

Pull the revolver out your holster, then you start to break it down

You twerling like a hula hoop, throwing bars like Luda do

Sipping on that Buda juice baby you just so beautiful

My musical is critical, pivotal to my Rubik's Cube

We can dance all night if that's what music do to you

It's the H to the I to the P to the P to the O to the H and the H-O-P

It's the hip hop, hip hop

Come on y'all, y'all know what it is, the hip hop

It's the H-I-P-P-O-H-H-O-L-O-P

It's the hip hop, hip hop

Y'all know what it is, come on it's the hip hop