Hang Out the Zipper Hopsin
"Hang Out the Zipper" by Hopsin, released in 2017, is a #HipHop track that critiques superficial relationships and societal pressures. The lyrics explore themes of authenticity, self-identity, and the struggles of modern life. Hopsin's unique flow and sharp wordplay enhance the song's impact, resonating with listeners seeking genuine connection.
[Chorus]
Every morning my dick gets bigger (Bigger), bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game, bitch
[Verse 1]
Yo, my name's Hop, it's not a secret I hide
See, I love rap music, I try to keep it alive
Same time I'm the nigga that all the people despise
'Cause I have to go commercial, their policy is to lie
Follow me, you'll inspire, we'll damage shit on the way
Slamming the older strings 'til I panic, hit on the brakes
Then crash in the open waist, smashing the shoulder blades
And gassing the motor sprays 'til their asses explode in flames
Not a celebrity, never kick it on Beverly
Heavily dropping bombs, I'm breakin' it with no set of keys
I sever weak rappers who not on my pedigree
'Cause on a tombstone is as hard as your name will ever be
I hope you lockin' the doors, I'm an unstoppable force
I'm on fire, you cannot get the torch
I got a spot in the source, no, I did not get endorsed
See I'm just doin' what I do and gettin' props in the course, you know?
[Chorus]
Every morning my dick gets bigger (Bigger), bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game, bitch
Every morning my dick gets bigger (Bigger), bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game, bitch
[Verse 1]
Yo, my name's Hop, it's not a secret I hide
See, I love rap music, I try to keep it alive
Same time I'm the nigga that all the people despise
'Cause I have to go commercial, their policy is to lie
Follow me, you'll inspire, we'll damage shit on the way
Slamming the older strings 'til I panic, hit on the brakes
Then crash in the open waist, smashing the shoulder blades
And gassing the motor sprays 'til their asses explode in flames
Not a celebrity, never kick it on Beverly
Heavily dropping bombs, I'm breakin' it with no set of keys
I sever weak rappers who not on my pedigree
'Cause on a tombstone is as hard as your name will ever be
I hope you lockin' the doors, I'm an unstoppable force
I'm on fire, you cannot get the torch
I got a spot in the source, no, I did not get endorsed
See I'm just doin' what I do and gettin' props in the course, you know?
[Chorus]
Every morning my dick gets bigger (Bigger), bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game, bitch
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