Bouty Johnson - Hip HA-HA Hop Lyrics

Yeah
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