Hopsin Sag My Pants Lyrics

Yeah
Hopsin
Funk Volume
C'mon, keep sleepin' on me
Hollywood *** rappers
***** *** females
That's enough to make a ***** flip

Yeah, I erupt like a bomb
So give up the baton
I slap you after bustin' a ****in' 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 I'm a 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 (Shh)
This industry business is all screwed up
I have no favorite rapper because all you suck
I severe the weakest *****s who not on my pedigree
Because on the tombstone its as hard as it 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 ain't killin' 'em off, so listen

I sag my pants until my *** shows
I even slap hoes (*****)
Yeah I'm an ******* (Yeah yeah)

And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em' I said **** you
Yeah I said **** you (Yeah yeah)

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 and close the blinds
Around his neck is where my rope was tied
I yanked on it till I broke his spine (Yeah)
Lately I've been ****in' pissed off (Why?)
'Cause everybody's sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw
I start a big brawl
And slam his *** into a brick wall
And have a fat ***** sit on him
Rick Ross (Gross)
I don't play with this rap ****
I got no life, I stay in the attic
**** a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it
Soulja Boy you got a corny flow (True)
So you can suck my ****in' **** through a glory hole
I'm just being me, what you trying to hate for
All you *****s is faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin' he skateboards
Yeah right, that ***** can't even ollie
Push him away on the dolly
Not even Satan can't stop me (What)

I sag my pants until my *** shows
I even slap hoes (Witch)
Yeah I'm an ******* (Yeah yeah)

And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em' I said **** you
Yeah I said **** you (Yeah yeah)

I'm probably the sickest mutha****a who don't get recognized
Eazy-E's wife's life is 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 ****in' 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 you're cool just cause you inherit mil
***** play the skills
I'm Hopsin, I spit **** so unfair and real
I got some deep dark issues within
All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend
**** Ruthless, ***** I never lend you a hand
And I'm a make sure nobody ever signs with you again (You know why?)

I sag my pants until my *** shows
I even slap hoes (*****)
Yeah I'm an ******* (Yeah yeah)

And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em' I said **** you
Yeah I said **** you (Yeah yeah)

Written by: Marcus Hopson
Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.

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