★ Intro ★ Yeah, came through steppin' with the queso drippin' Since back then, shit I ain't no different No sunshine, I'm finna paint no bitch Same nigga, I'm back here to stay so listen Raise your fist if you're down with the Hop I ain't gon' miss, bitch I'm wild with the shot Now a halo sits as a crown on your top Don't make no sense how I'm stylin', I'm hot
★ Verse ★ Don't ask me when the fuck I'm droppin' that new Never know when I'mma hop in that booth Still I'm coppin' that Lou But lyrically aimin' choppers at you Ain't no tellin' who 'bout to get it when I cock it back, boom That's blood on the wall like a Halloween scene Who the fuck did it? They know it was probably me Yeah, Papa need three new thotties, street freaks Gotta put on a rubber before I hop in these cheeks These hoes tryna get a free ride Gotta be wise from the west coast to the east side If she slide then she might be plottin' on your fuckin' demise for having your B-A-B-Y You'll watch your bank account swerve Now your pockets drained and malnourished You send texts with rage and foul words Shit just ain't too safe around her That's why I stay real low key Melatonin and the strap make you go to sleep Italy, niggas tap dancin' with both feet I am not takin' my chance out in those streets I ain't never had me a pair of no gold teeth I ain't tryna be a target for a slow creep In the parking lot of Target screamin', "No, please" Now you in a real tough pickle, Rick, oh jeez Ahhh, nigga these killers gon' do what they supposed to do Now you got no jump, I'll finally poster you Doctors ain't able to stitch up your open wounds Everybody fakin' like they was close with you Dyin' for nothin', got you on the billboard Well, I guess that was something to live for When the Devil pull up with his pitchfork You better hope you ain't stuck in this shitstorm I'm live and a damn the city sinner Hoes know me as H man the titty licker I'm ill, your lame ass a pity nigga Really no need to debate that, you kitty litter A penny pick up, a Henny sipper I'll be brutally beatin' on my opponent until he give up Bitch I'mma fuckin' gator You melee your mini picture Niggas, know that you see prodigies golden It really is us
Hopsin - Trampoline Verse 1: If you didn’t know, well you’re about to Pencil in my hand is the definition of firearms Blaze it, flaming every enemy show me where my rivals are Talent over
Hopsin - Special Ed {Chorus} Man, we keep it real here, up a special ed Up a special ed, up a special ed And if a nigga in the wheelchair, he a special ed He a special ed, he a special
Hopsin - I Might Be Wrong {Chorus: Hopsin} These hoes going crazy when they see me pull up (You know) Tryna strip my money But I can be wrong, I might be wrong (Yeah) Throw your dubs for a Westcoast
Hopsin - Single on Singel {chorus: adriana aslani} Does he feels like home to you? I need to know Does he feels like home to you? I need to know Does he feels like home to you?
Hopsin - Freestyle Canal {Intro} Yeah, came through steppin' with the queso drippin' Since back then, shit I ain't no different No sunshine, I'm finna paint no bitch Same nigga,
Hopsin - Origin Story {verse 1: hopsin} Open your eyes I'ma tell you a story, how i manifested this in my momma's basement I was complacent, 'till i seen the light and i thought i
Hopsin
Hopsin is a rapper, producer, singer, director, actor, graphic artist, skateboarder – even editing his music and videos. With his white contacts distinguishing him from his peers, he was signed with Ruthless Records from 2006 through to 2009, leaving due to numerous issues with the label, and its head, Tomica Wright. He co-founded his own independent label, Funk Volume, whose roster includes such artists as SwizZz, Dizzy Wright, DJ Hoppa & Jarren Benton.
In early 2016, Hopsin took to social media to talk about how he was going to leave Funk Volume because of problems with his Co-Founder Damian “Dame” Ritter and would start his new record label called Undercover Prodigy, that wasn’t just a record label with merchandise, but an entire clothing line as well.