Sag My Pants by Hopsin
Sag My Pants lyrics
Yeah
Hopsin
Funk Volume
C�mon, keep sleepin� on me
Hollywood ass rappers
Bitch ass females
That�s enough to make a nigga flip
(Verse 1)
Yeah�
I erupt like a bomb
So give up the baton
I slap you after bustin' a fuckin� nut in my palm
Why you buggin� me like something was wrong
Just take a puff of the bong
And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song
See you can�t stop me cause Imma brainwash teens
And create false dreams cause it pays off clean.
I�m just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product
That�s gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh!)
This industry business is all screwed up
I have no favorite rapper because all you suck
I suffer for the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree
Because on the tombstone is as hard as they name will
ever be
I�m judged by my wild image a lot
And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot
I do
Be offended by every sentence I jot
I got some militant thoughts and you aint killin em�
off so listen
(Hook)
I sag my pants until my ass shows
I even slap hoes (bitch)
Yeah I�m an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em� I said fuck you
Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
(Verse 2)
I snuck in Drake�s house when he was alone inside (uh
oh)
You can say I have a bogus mind
I dim the lights down and close the blinds
Around his neck is where my rope was tied
I yanked on it till it broke his spine (yeah)
Lately I�ve been fuckin� pissed off (why?)
Cause everybody�s sayin Lil Wayne spits raw
I start a big brawl
And slam his ass into a brick wall
And have a fat nigga sit on him
Rick Ross (Ross)
I don�t play with this rap shit
I got no life, I stay in the attic
Fuck your rap career, I�m waiting to smash it
Soulja Boy you got a corny flow (true)
So you can suck my fuckin� dick through a glory hole
I�m just being me
What you trying to hate for
All you niggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin he
skateboards
Yeah right, that nigga can�t even ollie
Push him away on the dolly
Not even Satan can stop me (what)
(Hook)
I sag my pants until my ass shows
I even slap hoes (bitch)
Yeah I�m an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em� I said fuck you
Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
(Verse 3)
I�m probably the sickest motherfucker who don�t get
recognized
Eazy-E�s wife�s life's somewhat now jeopardized
She signed me and I was set aside
For like three and a half years
I don�t think I remember why
I�m fuckin dope and this is my reward
That�s wacker than the five hundred dollars you signed
me for
Eazy�s dead now
Yeah the label�s finally yours
Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy whore
You can�t maintain what Eric built (nah)
I know he�s in his grave turnin like a ferris wheel
Don�t think your cool just cause you inherit mils
Bitch bare the skills
I�m Hopsin, I spit shit so unfair and real
I got some deep dark issues within
All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend
Fuck Ruthless, bitch I'll never lend you a hand
And Imma make sure no one ever signs with you again
(you know why?)
(Hook)
I sag my pants until my ass shows
I even slap hoes (bitch)
Yeah I�m an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em� I said fuck you
Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
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