I'm Here - Hopsin

Ohh, I’m here!

So open up the door for me

(Who is it?)

It’s Hopsin

I’m Here

So open up the door for me

Hurry up and let me in

(Na Na Na Na Na)

Give me my dinner

(Na Na Na Na Na)

Then pass me the dessert

Yo, H-izzo P

Stepped in the dizzo

With a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo

I’m gotta get my swag on nigga ye know

I’m tryna leave the club with a freaky ass HOEEEE!

My penis is all I’m feenin to give her

Hopsin is sicker than a nigga who sobbin

From hiccups and vomit his liver (what?)

You wanna blow up?

Stop gobblin liquor and probly consider

Plottin some shit up to get popular quicker

Phonies get to many plays on the station

And leave me assed out of a deal

While they on vacation

Shit I’ll leave these rappers face on the pavement!

This games filled with more whack niggas

Then a slave owners basement

But I’m a freth of bresh air

I mean a breath of fresh air

Mcs are next to catch hell

I leave em wrecked and then scared

Cause that’s just what I do

I’m the lyrical bugaboo

Wait on me for a subsitute

I be tearing shit up so move!

Ohh, I’m here!

So open up the door for me

(Who is it?)

It’s Hopsin

I’m Here

So open up the door for me

Hurry up and let me in

(Na Na Na Na Na)

Give me my dinner

(Na Na Na Na Na)

Then pass me the dessert

Hey shorty, if I buy you a 40

You think that you can gimme some tang?

I’m feelin horny, or we can have an orgy

With you and your friends, Ill be the man

Have a nigga yellin out, YEAH!

My label tryna make me switch the flow

Just because Oprah,

Don’t want me sayin bitch no more

I’m like Oprah why you doin this?

Come on this is Ludacris

That just hypes my ass up even more

To call YOU a bitch!

This is my life, and this is my urge

This is my mic, and these are my words

You can’t stop Hopsin

Forget it, it’s not poppin

I kick the shit that niggas love

When they hot boxin

Right when you was bout to retire

From listenin rap music,

I reversered and turned you back to it

It was a close call

I was even thinkin all hope was lost

But most of all!

Be happy

Ohh, I’m here!

So open up the door for me

(Who is it?)

It’s Hopsin

I’m Here

So open up the door for me

Hurry up and let me in

(Na Na Na Na Na)

Give me my dinner

(Na Na Na Na Na)

Then pass me the dessert

I go to rap concerts, and post in the back

Don’t even clap,

I’m knowin that to show or be whack

After performin

They be lookin like they supposed to get dap

I’m like,

Man you got murdered by your openin act!

Get outta here!

You ain’t fuckin with what I brought to the table

You just a tax write-off for your label

You outside flossin you Range Rove

Hoes eyeballin your bankroll

Till you floppin all the money back

Am I watchin the same show?

I think so

I’m the invincible, unpredictable

Mr. Ripper flow

Yes it’s pitiful, gimme some nipples to nibble on

Lyrical general, suck on my genitals

Fore you get shitted on

Understand me or ye never gon get along

He best be, the hottest since the PS3

Straight out the W.E.S.T

Of course!

What other rappers you know

Reppin it iller?

You other nigggas pretty hot

But I’m a definite killer

Ohh, I’m here!

So open up the door for me

(Who is it?)

It’s Hopsin

I’m Here

So open up the door for me

Hurry up and let me in

(Na Na Na Na Na)

Give me my dinner

(Na Na Na Na Na)

Then pass me the dessert

Hopsin!

Hopsin!

H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo

With a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo

H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo

With a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo