Nottz - Street Hop 2010 lyrics

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Nottz - Street Hop 2010 lyrics

[Verse 1] I smoke good like a Rastaman All around me, I'm on point like a octogon I'm the optimum, I'mma be eating Until my belly stick out as far as the Octo-mom's I'm an abomination I'm an anomaly in conversation, I'm honoring confrontation With a dime doing dominatrix on her Disrespect me – I'll wet you like condensation, water I'm a mixture between Chris Brown And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter? I'm more than y'all can handle At the Grammy's I'll send an Indian girl to the podium To say "No, thank you" Like Marlon Brando for Oscars, "the Godfather" Our father, you should praise me I got some syphilis nunchucks wearing a AIDS gi That mean I'm sick when I kick sh** Come to my concert get some sars on the tip of your ticket I'm super cold I don't spit, I sh**, on your whole team These n***as think I'm from Cleveland It's something the way I be, dropping the Browns off at the Superbowl Game time, n***a let's hit the sto' And if I gave a f**, this is where the hook would go [Verse 2] This is Street Hop, no rules The rest of y'all n***as watered down like O'douls I'm willing to do what you won't do, I'm old school I'm a mac, I punch rappers cause I'm Pro-Tools I hit your Pause bu*ton, I cease frontin You don't start nothing, it still might be something You don't want nothing? You might have something If I go over your head, it's cause your a** ducking f** the underground, I rhyme For them fly mothaf**as that's up, that ain't tryna dumb it down f** radio, f** video I live by the Bust' Scenario, what the dealio? You could stop listening, right now I'm p**y eating with b**hes, I put the dyke down Cause I'm a diamond, I'm llama rhyming, you Ramadan-in' Simon says that in my prime I'm here Everywhere I go it's a crime there While you on-looking at me in the lawn chair Cocaine, propane I'm a living degenerate of the dope game Relate to it, though you thought you probably couldn't Put a face to the opposite of how the fake do it I'm hip hop's savior, the old faithful Sick sh**, stop you off that liquid like brake fluid, this is Street Hop