Stompin' and Pimpin'

[EightBall]

Let it loose

Mature content

Here we come again bitch, in your mothafuckin' face

EightBall and M-J-fuckin'-G rippin' up the place

Comin' out hard, like I told you I was gonna do

At the Marriott, lettin' your hoe do what she wanna do

Not because I paid her, or made her

Nigga who, you think I be a trick and give my money up?

Uh

No, no, I got game for a hoe

Baggets and combo

In a wooded out Tahoe

Murder niggaz

Cane slangin', gang bangin'

Hand language got my mind twisted and tangled

I remember walkin' up and down Orange Mound

Memphis Tenn, that's my mothafuckin' stompin' ground

Made it out, givin' back, bustin' dope raps

You can't run, in every neighborhood they bustin' caps

Country niggaz, tinted out, gettin' fucked up

The wrong move will get your whole crew fucked up

I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this

You critisize this, bitch, I gotta live this

So i keep my pen, and I keep my 4-5th

Light a spliff, nigga me and G comin' through

Chrous

Stompin', Pimpin'

You can't fuck with this

Stompin', Pimpin'

Ain't no competition

Stompin', Pimpin'

We the shit nigga

Stompin', Pimpin'

Bitch come and get some

[MJG]

We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin'

Shit I'm doin' it, you couldn't

Hell, Suave House got it locked down

Nigga, you shouldn't, even try

To fuck with M-J should I pimp this for excersize

Woman, I don't want your pussy, now rest your thighs

No testin' eyes, stays on my B's and U's and D's

I got my P-H-T-D

Pimp hoes to death in '83

Memories they rollin' over

dick riders, keep me focused

Huh, what you say bro, you aint' know this

Get off the ground, now you know this

And bitch, shut up talkin' to me with that same old,

Say, say, like a, can I touch your braids, and a, can I see you shades?

Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws?

Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch

Go suck some balls

Ain't no stoppin' us

Niggaz, you need to realize, quickly

Fuck you, if you, niggaz ain't with me

Cool ass teacher

Comin' out your bitch house, limpin', nigga

Stompin', pimpin'

Chorus

[EightBall]

Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones

Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real funds

Hood cats, who only fuck with hood rats

Blunt rollin' hoes, holdin' on to daddy's sack

Stashin' gats, if I ask, she gon' let it loose

I practiced tellin' hoes everything but the truth

Stay away from funky niggaz, cause they turn to thieves

On my knees, meditatin' smokin' trees

Shootin' game, with hard core rap agility

Cross the globe with my southern mackability

Black fat nigga all about my green stack nigga, we pack nigga

This ain't no act nigga

Chorus

Come and get some

98, these weak niggaz death date

Bitch come and get some

Yeah

Uh, uh

Make it funky for 'em

Play it back one time

Straight Stompin', Pimpin''

Space Age forever

What you say?

Know what I'm sayin'?

What you say?

Let me ride, for my real niggaz

Uh

Yeah

EightBall the fat mack (one time)

And MJG

Space Age forever

Suave House nigga

Suave House nigga

Suave House nigga

Suave House nigga

Know what I'm talkin' about?

Um

Keep it goin' baby

Um

Split one

Fill it up

Roll it up

Spark it up (fire it up)

Know what I'm sayin'?

Smoke with me

Smoke with me

Get high with me

Nigga ride with me

Bitch come and get some