Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, im here, so open up the door for
me, who is it? Its Hopsin, im here, so
open up the door for me, hurry up and
let me in nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, gimme my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, then pass me the dessert (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker thenna nigga
whos sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys 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 fit wit more whack
niggas then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats juss what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, wait on me for
a substitute, I be tearin shit up so move!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin Im here, so open up the door for me,
hurry up and let me in nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, gimmie my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then pass me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you think
that you can gimmie some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, i'll be tha man,
have a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon 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 urge) This is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that niggas
love when they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it 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 im

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here so open up
the door for me, hurry up and let me in
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Gimmie my dinner (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, then
pass me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and post in the back,
dont even clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by your
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax write offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, unpredictable Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get shitted on,
understand me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the hottest scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you know reppin it
iller? Other niggas pretty hot but imma
definite killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here So open up the door for me, hurry up and
let me in, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
gimme my dinner (Dinner, dinner,
dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, then
pass me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here so open up
the door for me, hurry up and let me in
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah gimme My dinner (Dinner, dinner, dinner) Nah,
nah, nah, nah, nah, then pass me the
dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Outro: Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin
Hopsin Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, H-izzo, P
stepped in the dizzo, wit a mean mug
and a magnificent flizzo, H-izzo P
Stepped in the dizzo