Lirik Lagu Stomp - Three 6 Mafia
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Was this in them treesThese are the thingsThey held me visionSeein' more thingsMe and DJ PaulWe got the hook offWe gon' steeWe gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy windowSomethin's creepin' up slowIt was a LodusRead about a hoeSome sippin' on the womenWho gon' want to cross my fules attentionNot only was you weakNeed another nigga drivin'I stop the carSaid do you want to buck em'Rough KoopstaShirt I knew your hurtTake the bridge backTake a bag with them slugsSentence see your gone sonDevils in your ChrisIt's the coulda me dree z'sKoopsta got em' steeMake prophet meSee that's what you get for talkin' shitTrick I drop you in the splunderCut you up like Jerry Springer biatch
Come, come who the fuckThey want someNiggas want to jump, jumpGet'cha make ya pump, PaulStill gon' miss ya bump, bumpOff a nigga fakin'Goin' to a richin'Bitches turn to shakenMafioso rule byAnd he will act a foolwhen he don't give a damnIf your fuckin' red or blue boyCouldn't buy the wet slideGoin' on this best lideLord Infamous done with tightWhen me gotta get mineYou know what I wantBut do Koopsta gets itStorm on this bitchLike some new used confettiAstronomical Triple 6Writes space on top of astroidsComin' to rip up the shoreWe killin' the foolSo act a fool boy
Chorus x4Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp(lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
How long gon' go deepIn the NorthWhen niggas stay drunkAnd smoke on your portchFrom on my streetsWit all only peepsI used to scratchAnd throw down beatsI made a mixWith real deep bassThe noise I had to be slangin' tapesDJ in this shit try to make that shitTone be speakers that stack they cratesStudio 9 was the place to beWhere all jocks were tryin' to getThe chance get on the tapeBein' a foolKeep tryin' i'm not goin' to quitThe club was packed from wall to wallThe gangsta walk is what we callWhn niggas are buckin'I'm still gonna danceThe third a foolLet's look if allWe took the clubAnd show no loveJust throw in our faceAnd gettin' refundsThey might wanna fightLater on the nightCause Memphis playas don't give a fuckSecurity junkWe smack the punksFor throwin' us outFor smokin' a bluntThe number ones onIt just cam onAnd now it's time to fuckin' stomp
Juicy's in the motherfuckin' houseIt's the peel yoMotherfuckin' stand backIt's they fuckin' steeloOn your fuckin' assWe can't fuckin' bragCause we comin' upRobbers on my assShould I blastCause they runnin' upMaybe it's my premadin'No present turn to yoWith the sayin'Saw your nineBoy I call that kick doorI stick thoseBitches in my trunkAnd now we back to my hoodDon't want the left they die yetBut he wishin' he wouldWasn't in the moodFor this bunk shitBut these niggas had to creepThat boy they stupidI sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleepAnd now we out the clubWe gotta get em' upTriple 6 and Prophet PosseYa'll know we make em' stomp
Chorus x4
Come, come who the fuckThey want someNiggas want to jump, jumpGet'cha make ya pump, PaulStill gon' miss ya bump, bumpOff a nigga fakin'Goin' to a richin'Bitches turn to shakenMafioso rule byAnd he will act a foolwhen he don't give a damnIf your fuckin' red or blue boyCouldn't buy the wet slideGoin' on this best lideLord Infamous done with tightWhen me gotta get mineYou know what I wantBut do Koopsta gets itStorm on this bitchLike some new used confettiAstronomical Triple 6Writes space on top of astroidsComin' to rip up the shoreWe killin' the foolSo act a fool boy
Chorus x4Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp(lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
How long gon' go deepIn the NorthWhen niggas stay drunkAnd smoke on your portchFrom on my streetsWit all only peepsI used to scratchAnd throw down beatsI made a mixWith real deep bassThe noise I had to be slangin' tapesDJ in this shit try to make that shitTone be speakers that stack they cratesStudio 9 was the place to beWhere all jocks were tryin' to getThe chance get on the tapeBein' a foolKeep tryin' i'm not goin' to quitThe club was packed from wall to wallThe gangsta walk is what we callWhn niggas are buckin'I'm still gonna danceThe third a foolLet's look if allWe took the clubAnd show no loveJust throw in our faceAnd gettin' refundsThey might wanna fightLater on the nightCause Memphis playas don't give a fuckSecurity junkWe smack the punksFor throwin' us outFor smokin' a bluntThe number ones onIt just cam onAnd now it's time to fuckin' stomp
Juicy's in the motherfuckin' houseIt's the peel yoMotherfuckin' stand backIt's they fuckin' steeloOn your fuckin' assWe can't fuckin' bragCause we comin' upRobbers on my assShould I blastCause they runnin' upMaybe it's my premadin'No present turn to yoWith the sayin'Saw your nineBoy I call that kick doorI stick thoseBitches in my trunkAnd now we back to my hoodDon't want the left they die yetBut he wishin' he wouldWasn't in the moodFor this bunk shitBut these niggas had to creepThat boy they stupidI sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleepAnd now we out the clubWe gotta get em' upTriple 6 and Prophet PosseYa'll know we make em' stomp
Chorus x4
