King Just - Hassan Chop Lyrics
[king just scratched up][chorus 2x]Hassan chop! yo, I cant stopGivin you that off the wall hip hopHassan chop! yo, I cant stopThis the type of shit that you pump on your block[king just]Off top, I came to blow the whole spotSolid as a rock, my whole style is unorthodoxAstronomically bait, to a stateWhere I create rappers rate, snatch ya bodies like the dirty mateWait, til you hear the next album dropCuz this shit right here is strictly for the blockPut your hemp pump *****, licka shot if you wannaEspecially if you drink beer and smoke marijuanaIm a goner, to this world of societyThats why kids admire meIt must be the sounds that I put in ya earCrystal clear, have no fear, in any mic I tearIn half or to pieces, my style is so illThat my middle name should become jesusOh please kid, this is off the wall terrorA new era, man, I got the illest shit everWhatever, if you wanna bring it, let it be broughtAnd imma watch the mob hold down the *****in fort(hold it down) and show em what my skills can doReal niggas represent from the mutha*****in zoo[chorus][king just]Dont ***** around buck-o, Im stickin like stuccoUh-oh, better get makeover, rhymes is play-doThe cradle who rock the hand, imma slamDu-ra-du-ra, spinnin like rodanNo man can hold me down, Im like conanThe barbarian, mutha*****as, Im crushin emThey cant uphold the king just touch of goldNow everything I drop becomes a heavy loadI explode on the road, doin showsGivin pounds to my bros, chasin after big ol widowsThey know, that I got this rap shit lockFrom the desert oasis all the way to the hilltopsAt the speed of a hat drop, I make you move ya bumbleraAnd make two-six buck shots, boy, you *****in blood clotsAnd why not, must I make the music?As if not man, yo, I just might lose itDont confuse it, we all in the same gameYou dont know me, you just know my nameWas it the fame, that made me insane in the brainDrivin this track like a runaway trainAll aboard, shaolin scoredWe 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 headlockAnd smoke pot, like if I was raised in woodstockThe hand cot, got me mesmerizedCesstify, look at the red in my eyesOh why, must you test the best of this rap professAnd guess that I would settle for lessYo, Im stressed, and it keeps buildin upWhat the *****, roll up, hold up, throw upThe stage, my face is on front pageNow Im a rage, they let the zoo niggas out the cageWatch me raise, and burn shit up like the infernoThoughts so deep you need to write them in your journalAsk the colonel, my shit is finger linkinIm flippin, and aint enough shit til I put the shit in emAnd strike like the 5 deadly venoms, and dead emForget em, ***** em, turn around and uppercut emFor frontin, talkin shit and really wasnt sayin nothin[chorus 2x][outro]A new era, a new day and ageOff the wall hip hopRaow, raowOnce again, peace[ahh scratched up]
