Hopsin - The B Bop lyrics

Excuse me, are you Hopsin?
Yeah, why? Who wants to know?
My mommy doesn't like me listening to you
But could you
Like sing me one of those songs? Like
Like one of the cool ones?
Man I got to go man I'm not tryin to sing
Please? Alright, alright alright

It's the B Bop, my B Bop song
Do the B Bop, ain't nothing wrong come on!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung
Oh baby!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung
Oh baby!

Ayo it's time to bring the West back
Pass me the exlax so I can shit on all these
Niggas when I wreck tracks
Your flow ain't that ill
I think you should adjust that
Homie I don't mean to be rude to you
It's just that you ain't the first nigga I
Seen with an attitude
Up on the mic tryin' to
Explain what the gat'll do
Your skills won't get you that
Place up in Malibu
You better off tryin' to go slang
With a bag of fruit
And leave it up to me, I got the bubblies
I'll do in an hour what would
Take your ass a couple days
My contacts make the ladies fall
In love with me he's the joker of rap is
What these motherfuckers say
I'm slightly psychotic and idiotic
But modest whenever spotted
So logically I'm a prophet
Face it niggas you just suck
And as far as your game
It ain't never had legs to step up

It's the B Bop, my B Bop song
Do the B Bop, ain't nothing wrong come on!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung
Oh baby!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung
Oh baby!

Man I'm tired of the ghetto
Hope I make it out this place
Ill niggas running around like an
Ape up out the cage
And it ain't about the change
Man these things are not the same
All these killers wanna leave my
Brain laying on the pave
And I ain't did nothing
All these little kids cussing
Learning from their big cousins how to
Go and get stuck in a correctional facility
Messing up their liberty
Acting a fool making unnecessary enemies
Yes it's very weird to me
I did not get caught in it i was into rap
For some reason I love the art of it
I ain't never drank or smoked
Because I'm smarter than
That and I didn't want to grow up
To be what my father is
Gotta make a living, got plans
Of moving out the hood, not stayin in it
I hate these cheap apartments
And these vague complaining attendants
Roaches in the kitchen but I ain't really
Trippin, I'll be rolling in a minute, singin

It's the B Bop, my B Bop song
Do the B Bop, ain't nothing wrong come on!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung
Oh baby!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung
Oh baby!

On the mic I burn niggas
And turn rappers to singers
I learn that on the day I
Confirmed I was the slayer
I serve packs of these haters
My words actually rape 'em
And where's daddy to save him? My
Urge has to be fatal
Up in this music shit the sky's
The limit for rising in it
Long as I'm consistent and keep on
Using my eyes as gimmicks
I'mma be the talk of the town, walking around
Like "Yes this rap game
I'm the boss of it now"

It's the B Bop, my B Bop song
Do the B Bop, ain't nothing wrong come on!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung
Oh baby!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung
Oh baby!