| Ohh, I’m here!
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| So open up the door for me
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| (Who is it?)
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| It’s Hopsin
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| I’m Here
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| So open up the door for me
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| Hurry up and let me in
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| (Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Give me my dinner
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| (Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Then pass me the dessert
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| Yo, H-izzo P
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| Stepped in the dizzo
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| With a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo
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| I’m gotta get my swag on nigga ye know
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| I’m tryna leave the club with a freaky ass HOEEEE!
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| My penis is all I’m feenin to give her
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| Hopsin is sicker than a nigga who sobbin
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| From hiccups and vomit his liver (what?)
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| You wanna blow up?
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| Stop gobblin liquor and probly consider
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| Plottin some shit up to get popular quicker
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| Phonies get to many plays on the station
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| And leave me assed out of a deal
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| While they on vacation
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| Shit I’ll leave these rappers face on the pavement!
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| This games filled with more whack niggas
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| Then a slave owners basement
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| But I’m a freth of bresh air
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| I mean a breath of fresh air
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| Mcs are next to catch hell
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| I leave em wrecked and then scared
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| Cause that’s just what I do
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| I’m the lyrical bugaboo
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| Wait on me for a subsitute
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| I be tearing shit up so move!
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| Ohh, I’m here!
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| So open up the door for me
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| (Who is it?)
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| It’s Hopsin
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| I’m Here
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| So open up the door for me
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| Hurry up and let me in
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| (Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Give me my dinner
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| (Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Then pass me the dessert
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| Hey shorty, if I buy you a 40
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| You think that you can gimme some tang?
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| I’m feelin horny, or we can have an orgy
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| With you and your friends, Ill be the man
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| Have a nigga yellin out, YEAH!
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| My label tryna make me switch the flow
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| Just because Oprah,
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| Don’t want me sayin bitch no more
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| I’m like Oprah why you doin this?
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| Come on this is Ludacris
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| That just hypes my ass up even more
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| To call YOU a bitch!
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| This is my life, and this is my urge
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| This is my mic, and these are my words
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| You can’t stop Hopsin
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| Forget it, it’s not poppin
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| I kick the shit that niggas love
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| When they hot boxin
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| Right when you was bout to retire
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| From listenin rap music,
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| I reversered and turned you back to it
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| It was a close call
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| I was even thinkin all hope was lost
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| But most of all!
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| Be happy
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| Ohh, I’m here!
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| So open up the door for me
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| (Who is it?)
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| It’s Hopsin
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| I’m Here
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| So open up the door for me
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| Hurry up and let me in
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| (Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Give me my dinner
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| (Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Then pass me the dessert
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| I go to rap concerts, and post in the back
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| Don’t even clap,
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| I’m knowin that to show or be whack
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| After performin
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| They be lookin like they supposed to get dap
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| I’m like,
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| Man you got murdered by your openin act!
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| Get outta here!
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| You ain’t fuckin with what I brought to the table
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| You just a tax write-off for your label
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| You outside flossin you Range Rove
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| Hoes eyeballin your bankroll
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| Till you floppin all the money back
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| Am I watchin the same show?
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| I think so
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| I’m the invincible, unpredictable
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| Mr. Ripper flow
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| Yes it’s pitiful, gimme some nipples to nibble on
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| Lyrical general, suck on my genitals
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| Fore you get shitted on
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| Understand me or ye never gon get along
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| He best be, the hottest since the PS3
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| Straight out the W.E.S.T
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| Of course!
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| What other rappers you know
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| Reppin it iller?
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| You other nigggas pretty hot
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| But I’m a definite killer
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| Ohh, I’m here!
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| So open up the door for me
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| (Who is it?)
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| It’s Hopsin
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| I’m Here
|
| So open up the door for me
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| Hurry up and let me in
|
| (Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Give me my dinner
|
| (Na Na Na Na Na)
|
| Then pass me the dessert
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| Hopsin!
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| Hopsin!
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| H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo
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| With a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo
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| H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo
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| With a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo |