Artist: X-Con f/ JT Money, Twig Album: Dirty Life Song: Hop Typed by: RuffRyder327@aol.com Hop Yeah Yeah first string onto open this motherfucker (Hop) Yeah (Hop) This be your boy X-Con (X-Con) (Hop) Got my nigga JT Money in this bitch (JT Money) Hop 16X Show em' how we do it at the crib God damn right lets make this niggaz hot dawg Get off player bout boy style ya herd me Yo X-Con lets ride nigga (X-Con) Yeah I've done hoped on the lick Got this busta ass nigga Wanna hop on the brick (mmm) And I've been strictly bout my bread Took the money beat that nigga down And hoped on his head I be hoping at the big party Looking at me big ballin' Hoping out of big body Ya bitch know I roll hard Cause she hoped on my knob And swolled it slurped and slobed I keep my pants Saigon And ever since a nigga hit it rich Bitches hoped on the ban wagon (Damn) I got gangsta twist Get guns in case i hop into some gangsta shit Nigga, i ain't scared at all That's way i hoped on hollow points Just to tell my chall (hahaha) And this bullshit has to stop I told you, if I shoot your ass you hop Chorus: Hop Girl, I like the way you make those titties pop Hop Turn around baby, shake it non stop Hop Youza a HOP mutt don't drop your clot Hop Beat nigga down in the parking lot Hop 16X Beat a nigga down in the parking lot (JT Money) Yo, I lay sucker boys hot homes Like they were Sonya Bring those things on the wheel Put them on ya If you wanna get out of line and violate Suckers are fake and hate I annihilate The game is dirty Thought those boys would mess Hoping on on your block With those toys and shit You see us rollin' on dubs See us rollin' on scrubs I would blowing on boys And tearing up ya club Oh we don't give a what? See you know what it is Suckers shaking and faking I gotta handle this bitch Money manges with X-Con Rollin with X-Con Suckers get flexed on And gas like X-On Real in the field All about the dollar bill You don't wanna hop But my gap say you will Draw down with the still Bust shots at your feet How you dancing in the street? nigga Hop to the beat Boy Chorus (Twig) See I've done copped the 380 Now i hoped on the chopper Hop on your brain if you come around her trying to short stop me Hop on the plane cause i had a couple shortest pain Things going to change now I'd done hoped in the game How bout my Bens? you know the one with the T.V's and shit A lot of haters hoped around throwing up cause they sick Hoping around the same way they be hoped on my dick Why you acting like dog? I don't even want you bitch Hop up if you want wanna watch your head get stitch And even much worst you found dead in the ditch When I'm in the club gotta hop to the bar to get me some lick Those hoes hate it when im' on the hard they know how I get My eyes be all red from smoking matrix Those highjros got me hoping on those 20 inch sticks The Feds, they done got me from all those birds i copped But they done lost the evidence It be long tell I hop Chorus (X-Con) Don't stop get it, turn around Bounce it up and down hop with it Money for sex, I'm not wit it I've been got those hoes (yeah) Everywhere I go I hop out limos Nigga, smoking optima If I ain't hopin up n down in your pussy bitch you got to go (Get out) I put my feet on the gas Cause if I hop out this car I'm going to put my foot in your ass Im' a baller now, no more penny pigeons Hoped out of project houses into a mini mansion (Damn) I got money, I cant stop and chill Hop to dinner said copped the grill (Ding) Every other day I got to hopped on some kicks And its like everyday I got to hop on me a bitch That's tight and it just don't stop I'm sittin on dubs when I go to the club and hop Chorus X3