Stomp

Was this in them trees

These are the things

They held me vision

Seein' more things

Me and dj paul

We got the hook off

We gon' stee

We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy window

Somethin's creepin' up slow

It was a lodus

Read about a hoe

Some sippin' on the women

Who gon' want to cross my fules, attention

Not only was you weak

Need another nigga drivin'

I stop the car

Said do you want to buck em'

Rough koopsta

Shirt i knew your hurt

Take the bridge back

Take a bag with them slugs

Sentence see your gone son

Devils in your chris

It's the coulda me dree z's

Koopsta got em' stee

Make prophet me

See that's what you get for talkin' shit

Trick i drop you in the splunder

Cut you up like jerry springer biatch

Come, come who the fuck

They want some

Niggas want to jump, jump

Get'cha make ya pump, paul

Still gon' miss ya bump, bump

Off a nigga fakin'

Goin' to a richin'

Bitches turn to shaken

Mafioso rule by

And he will act a fool

When he don't give a damn

If your fuckin' red or blue boy

Couldn't buy the wet slide

Goin' on this best lide

Lord infamous done with tight

When me gotta get mine

You know what i want

But do koopsta gets it

Storm on this bitch

Like some new used confetti

Astronomical triple 6

Writes space on top of astroids

Comin' to rip up the shore

We killin' the fool

So act a fool boy

Chorus x4

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the pump)

How long gon' go deep

In the north

When niggas stay drunk

And smoke on your newports

From on my streets

Wit all only peeps

I used to scratch

And throw down beats

I made a mix

With real deep bass

The noise i had to be slangin' tapes

Dj in this shit try to make that shit

Tone be speakers that stack they crates

Studio 9 was the place to be

Where all jocks were tryin' to get

The chance get on the tape

Bein' a fool

Keep tryin' i'm not goin' to quit

The club was packed from wall to wall

The gangsta walk is what we call

Whn niggas are buckin'

I'm still gonna dance

The third a fool

Let's look if all

We took the club

And show no love

Just throw in our face

And gettin' refunds

They might wanna fight

Later on the night

Cause memphis playas don't give a fuck

Security junk

We smack the punks

For throwin' us out

For smokin' a blunt

The number ones on

It just cam on

And now it's time to fuckin' stomp

Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house

It's the peel yo

Motherfuckin' stand back

It's they fuckin' steelo

On your fuckin' ass

We can't fuckin' brag

Cause we comin' up

Robbers on my ass

Should i blast

Cause they runnin' up

Maybe it's my premadin'

No present turn to yo

With the sayin'

Saw your nine

Boy i call that kick door

I stick those

Bitches in my trunk

And now we back to my hood

Don't want the left they die yet

But he wishin' he would

Wasn't in the mood

For this bunk shit

But these niggas had to creep

That boy they stupid

I sit, i leave these hoes for a permanent sleep

And now we out the club

We gotta get em' up

Triple 6 and prophet posse

Ya'll know we make em' stomp

Chorus x4