| See the difference between me and you is,
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| You think there’s no difference between me and you
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| Baby, Hopsin is in the building! |
| (I'm RAW) We gone have one hell of a time
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| RIGHT NOW!
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| Who am I? |
| A snobby and deadly poet
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| So put down the pen cause I probably already wrote it
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| I’m the that Hollywood barely noticed for pullin' cards
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| It’s easy as sockin' on Gary Coleman
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| How did you get a deal without having no type of talent
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| The shit you write is invalid, you gettin' your mic impounded
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| I’m livin' in a dump, you livin' life in a palace
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| Dining with caesers salad, man how do you guys allow it
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| Yo, you weak in the limelight trippin'
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| But I won’t let you slide like friction
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| Not tryna be ya buddy in this rap shit, I like dissing
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| So you can kiss my ass and watch the white eyes glisten
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| Ya’ll be regulating the area, hesitating to scare to some defimation of
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| character
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| I got it locked no seperating the barriers, medicate your hysteria,
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| heaven’s waiting to carry ya
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| My hot 16's be on that I’ll shit! |
| (uh huh)
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| Your hot 16's deal with the children (uh huh)
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| Baby, Hopsin is in the building! |
| (you know) We gone have one hell of a time
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| RIGHT NOW!
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| I’m a pro but I kick it with the begginers with what I whip up for dinner,
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| It’s been up on my agenda
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| I came and left but now I’m finna re-enter shiver-me-timbers
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| How the fuck can a be realer
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| I don’t know-but my flow, is so cold, mistah oh no,
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| I show dough, I’m ready fo' war
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| When you was flossin' on me tryna swerve in your hummer
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| I was plottin' way bigger, word to your mother
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| My verses are butter, I emerge from the gutter
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| To step up inside the booth and then work motherfuckers
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| I’m hungry as all of the roaches that lurk in my cupboard
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| You should be duckin' and running, send the word to the others
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| I’m a fuckin nightmare in your worst hell, and I’m leavin' stuck behind the bars
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| They don’t deserve bail
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| You see wackness doesn’t sit on my nerves well
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| You couldn’t bust with a dick full of sperm cells
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| My hot 16's be on that I’ll shit! |
| (uh uh)
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| Your hot 16's deal with the children (uh huh)
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| Baby, Hopsin is in the building! |
| (you know) We gone have one hell of a time
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| RIGHT NOW!
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| You see I’m lyrically bashing up on your feelings
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| I’m bad and I don’t conceal it, the dragon is known for killing
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| That’s the reason I’m bagging these hoes and grillin'
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| My madness is so appealing and swagger is on a billion
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| Aside from all the provacative hell-ishness
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| I’m somewhat underground but got the commercial elements
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| According to ruthless records it wasn’t evident, so I’m a 9/11 and label
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| bitches to hell with it
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| I’m that crazy, you can’t be iller
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| I’ll pick ya fuckin mom up in a 18-wheeler
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| Yeah I’ll hit it, but if she don’t wanna pay me scrilla
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| I’ll let a rottweiler fuck her till the raibes kill her
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| My hobbies are rapping vicious, slapping bitches, grabbing digits,
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| and I occasionally laugh at midgets
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| I’m hardly sane and with a dab of mischeif
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| Never rap no shit if I haven’t lived it it’s not specific
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| My hot 16's be on that I’ll shit (uh huh)
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| Your hot 16's deal with the children (uh huh)
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| Baby, Hopsin is in the building! |
| (you know) We gone have one hell of a time
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| RIGHT NOW!
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| Welcome to RAW
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| We gone have one hell of a time, RIGHT NOW! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot 16's , by - Hopsin. Song from the album Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп