[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Take a look around ya, tell me what ya see?
Ya see flames and smoke...then there's me
I'm burnin' houses and jumpin telephone poles
They call me fireface, I'm suckin' hot coals
Give me a quarter, I'll buy a quarter worth of gas
Sneak in your house, and slowly pour it in your ass
Blaze it up, you run around screechin' scorned
Your ass is burnin', your nuts pop like pop corn
And when I see ya, I stomp all the flames out
Stomp your face then your ass... stomp your titties
I'll stomp your balls, we stomp in my wicked town
Forks up and forks down, a wicked clown
I represent like a true gangbanger should
I paint the forks and your K's in your neighborhood
And when you see me, give a nod, say what up
Then walk away or I'll stomp your fuckin mouth shut
When I'm done, I drink a couple gallons of gas
And then I stick a lighter in my ass
Yeah, so if you down with the fucking clown
Check it oooouuuuuttttt!!!!
[chorus]
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! woo woo STOMP! woo woo
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! WOO WOO STOMP! WOO WOO
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! woo woo STOMP! woo woo
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Take a look around ya, tell me what ya see?
Ya see flames and smoke...then there's me
I'm burnin' houses and jumpin telephone poles
They call me fireface, I'm suckin' hot coals
Give me a quarter, I'll buy a quarter worth of gas
Sneak in your house, and slowly poor it in your ass
Blaze it up, you run around screechin' scorned
Your ass is burnin', your nuts pop like pop corn
And when I see ya, I stomp all the flames out
Stomp your face then your ass... stomp your titties
I'll stomp your balls, we stomp in my wicked town
Forks up and forks down, a wicked clown
I represent like a true gangbanger should
I paint the forks and your K's in your neighborhood
And when you see me, give a nod, say what up
Then walk away or I'll stomp your fuckin mouth shut
When I'm done, I drink a couple gallons of gas
And then I stick a lighter in my ass
Yeah, so if you down with the fucking clown
Check it oooouuuuuttttt!!!!
[chorus]
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! woo woo STOMP! woo woo
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! WOO WOO STOMP! WOO WOO
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! woo woo STOMP! woo woo
[REPEAT 5X]
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
Take a look around ya, tell me what ya see?
Ya see flames and smoke...then there's me
I'm burnin' houses and jumpin telephone poles
They call me fireface, I'm suckin' hot coals
Give me a quarter, I'll buy a quarter worth of gas
Sneak in your house, and slowly poor it in your ass
Blaze it up, you run around screechin' scorned
Your ass is burnin', your nuts pop like pop corn
And when I see ya, I stomp all the flames out
Stomp your face then your ass... stomp your titties
I'll stomp your balls, we stomp in my wicked town
Forks up and forks down, a wicked clown
I represent like a true gangbanger should
I paint the forks and your K's in your neighborhood
And when you see me, give a nod, say what up
Then walk away or I'll stomp your fuckin mouth shut
When I'm done, I drink a couple gallons of gas
And then I stick a lighter in my ass
Yeah, so if you down with the fucking clown
Check it oooouuuuuttttt!!!!
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! woo woo STOMP! woo woo
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! WOO WOO STOMP! WOO WOO
I say stomp you say woo woo
y'all done fucked up now
OH SHIT
Ryde Or Die Nigga
Its Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon do boy
You betta sit down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY
Don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get ??? no problem Barry
You no cemetery, Home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home
It's a three be like that
Tell his ass to come right back
To the block with a gat
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few ??? be borowing from the police
Never wanna follow
And parlor (that's Shit)
And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from ??? ain't lockin it
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga
I'm representin big county nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me nigga
Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit harder Dog
Im from the city of Caprise and them parlors y'all
Ima go and kill this nigga
Kiss above this realest nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga
The respect you gotta give us
Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga
And all yo money can't buy this nigga
My exctacy got me wilin nigga
I'm twice that body nigga
About 100 miles an hour nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
y'all boys betta put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now
y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representin from the South
In a glass ???
This man got cash in mind
On the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN)
That DS Clique
Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit
And start blowin this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where Im from
Problems gon get solved
By getting robbed
Causin tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses
Get beside theyself
And soficate from plastic
Face down on a mattress
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
For those of you that think gospel music has gone to far
You think we got too radical with our message
Well, I got news for you, you ain't heard nothin' yet
And if you don't know, now you know, glory, glory
Lately, I've been going through some things that really got me down
I need someone, somebody to help me, come and turn my life around
I can't explain, I can't obtain it, Jesus your love is so, it's so amazing
It gets me high up to the sky and when I think about Your goodness
It makes me wanna stomp, makes me clap my hands
Makes me wanna dance and stomp
My brother can't you see I got the victory? Stomp!
Lately, I've been going through some things that really got me down
I need someone, somebody to help me, come and turn my life around
I can't explain, I can't obtain it, Jesus your love is so, it's so amazing
It gets me high up to the sky and when I think about Your goodness
It makes me wanna stomp, makes me clap my hands
Makes me wanna dance and stomp
My brother can't you see I got the victory? Stomp!
When I think about the goodness and fullness of God
Makes me thankful, pity the hateful, I'm grateful
The Lord brought me through this far
Trying to be cute when I praise him raise Him high
I keep the live beat bumping
Keep it jumping make the Lord feel something
Ain't no shame in my game, God's property
Kickin' it wit Kirk ain't no stoppin' me, uh stomp
GP are you wit me?
Oh yeah, we having church, we ain't going nowhere
Oh yeah, we having church, we ain't going nowhere
Oh yeah, we having church, we ain't going nowhere
Oh yeah, we having church, we ain't going nowhere
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
I promise the stomp, the whole stomp, nothin' but the stomp
It ain't over, it ain't over
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
I promise the stomp, the whole stomp, nothin' but the stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
I promise the stomp, the whole stomp, nothin' but the stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
I promise the stomp, the whole stomp, nothin' but the stomp
(Him)
It's about flesh and blood
It's about heart beat that beats strong
It's about passion
That is unyielding
And I want you men to know today
It's your hour
It is your time
It is your moment
Go get it
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yeah speaking of pieces of a man
Staring at a future in the creases of my hand
It reads like a final letter I'm leaving for my fam but
It's written in language they will never understand
A late repentant
Never deviating from a plan
I drive by headed for the valley of the damned
The Wheels spin, I'm looking for a sacrificial lamb
Then roll tactics like a soldier out in the Sudan
Listen...
Was this a matter of flesh and blood
Yes it was
Does it matter who win and lose
Yes it does
It ain't about the most blessed love
When you return to the essence
What is it back to the essence of
Greatness I wasn't in the prescence of
Cause you was fake and never measured up
You just a nigga on his regular
But how far am I ahead of ya
It just as easily coulda been me instead of ya
[Just Blaze:]
We gone fight till we can't fight no more
Right right
You can't fight no more
You gone lie down and bleed a while
You gone get up
Fight some more
Want you say it with me
Repeat it after me when I say it
We gone fight
[Verse 2: Greg Porn]
Fuck getting fuck
Immaculate conception
Now what's beef ain't even a question
Calico kisses, cold blood and crime tape
Flirt with death every night it's a blind date
One night stand paybacks a bitch
Shit have you skinny dipping in a pool of your piss
Blood sweat and tears broken teeth and spit
Put the barrel in your mouth
Blow the devil a kiss
Put the knife in ya back cut down to the red meat
Daddy should've let me be a stain on the bed sheets
I'm one shot short of a Molotov cocktail
Kick in the door like welcome to my world
I'm an evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit
Half of the time I'm a keep it one hundred
Don't play chicken when I'm driving them crazy
Get hit in the wing thigh breast or drumstick
I tried, you know I did, Lord
I tried so hard
Oh, don't you know
I was just in the way?
Down there with nothing
There I will stay
Oh, down there
There I will stay
Silver in your eyes
Gold is in your hair
I know, I'm alive
So I just sit and stare
Sleep in the morning
Sleep all day
Down in the garden
There I will stay
Oh, so quiet
Everyone's asleep
The blue of the moon
Lights me on my feet
Down in the garden
There I will stay
Oh, down there
There I will stay
Oh, down in the garden
There I will stay
Oh, down in the garden
Uh Ohhhhh, Young Buck,
Dirty South, Yeahhh
I Hear Him Talkin', But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
I'm Caddillac'n Through The Hood, Sittin' On 24's
T.V's Playin, Rim's Spinin, Blowin' Plenty Dro
Don't Have To Mention, When You Pimpin, You Get Plenty Hoes
It's All On You, If You Gon' Trick, Or You Gon' Get Yo' Dough
I Know I Got These Haters Mad, I Can Love That
When You Got Love For The Streets, They Give Ya' Love Back
Look In My Eyes, You Can Tell I Ain't Never Scared
Poppin' Them Thangs, I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50 Strong, Please Don't Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla's, They Got They G-Unit's On
All Of That Mean Muggin' Really Don't Mean Nuthing
C'mon Take It Outside, Lemme See Sumthin
Wha-Wha-Wha-What Now?
Don't Get Bu-Bu-Bu-Buck'd Down
Stop All This Hatin' Or This Club Gon' Get Shu-Shut Down
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton,
Lace Up My G-6's, And I'm A-Town Stomping
Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In,
Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin'
Low Rider Out Front, I'm Trying To Get Into Somethin'
Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im'a Start Busting
Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth
And A Bitch With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South
I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL
Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells
Don't Be Mad At The Rocks In My Fucking Chain
Don't Be Mad Cuz Your Bitch Chose Buck And Game
You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace
Same One I'm Autographing On The Chest
Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest
And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West.
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
Muthafucka, I'm A Monster In This Game, Similar To The Lachness
My Rhymes Is Nappy Rooted, Sum Verces Gotta Process
The Truth In This Booth, Ain't No Doubt When I'm Rappin'
If I Say It, I've Either Done It, Or It's 'Bout To Happen
When I Pull Up In The Louis Truck On 26's, People Dumb Out
If Life's A Crap Game, I'm Rollin' 7's On The Come Out
These Rapper's Think I'm Ig-nent, Love Sayin' My Name
Cuz Maintainin My Fish Tank, And They House, Cost The Same
Ask Me, I'd Say I Made It, And It Sure Wasn't Luck
Cuz Hustler's Relate To Me, And Some Are Younger Than Buck
You See I'm Married To My Music, But We Got A Prenupt
So If That Bitch Don't Act Right, I'm Still Gettin My Cut
My Deals Never Get Screwed, My Contracts Practice Abstinence
I'm Masterin This Program, Hazin' These Undergraduates
So, Pimpin' Be Easy, Quit Catchin' Feelings
Cuz You Worth A Couple Hundred Grand, And I'm Worth Millions
Nobodys Thinkin' About You, Plus Your Beats Ain't Legit
So Please Stay Off The T.I.P. Of My Dick
I Hear Him Talkin', But He 'Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im'a Break Him Off
Uh
Oh yeah
Alright (alright)
Alright alright
Dumb dumb dumb
So so dumb so dumb
Dumb dumb dumb
So so dumb so dumb
Everytime I see ya
Simple bitch pleads
Come here and talk to me
Wanna tell ya (huh)
Tell ya what's been on my mind
The wife's a friend of mine
Why do you need some
Georgia Pine in your life
Do you love everything
About the woman you with
Why you tryin' to get with T
I thought that you had
Responsibility
See your wife is beautiful (huh)
The kid is two years old (hey)
She folds all your clothes
Whatcha runnin' around for
I can't think that you're so
Dumb dumb dumb
She thinks you're so faithful
So so dumb so dumb
And she's such a pretty girl
Dumb dumb dumb
How could you be so damn
So so dumb so dumb
I can't believe
You're knockin'
You're knockin' at my door
I should get my gun
And gun you to the floor
But instead
I think I'll invite you in
I'ma call your wife boy
And let her know where you've been
Cuz she thinks that
You're so faithful
Boy you're so dumb (dumb)
Ain't goin' down like that no more
Guess who's knockin' at the front door
Ain't nobody you wanna see come in
You should appreciate your girl
Stop tryin' to push it on me
I can't believe you're so
Dumb dumb dumb
She thinks you're so faithful
So so dumb so dumb
And she's such a pretty girl
Dumb dumb dumb
How could you be so damn
So so dumb so dumb
And one day love will leave your side
And no other will hear your cry
But you had to live your own life
Now nobody likes you
Not even you
Why you gotta be so
Dumb dumb dumb
You've never been faithful
So so dumb so dumb
And you can have those other girls
Dumb dumb dumb
Cuz I'm no longer in your world
So so dumb so dumb
I can't believe you're so
Dumb dumb dumb
She thinks you're so faithful
So so dumb so dumb
And she's such a pretty girl
Dumb dumb dumb
How could you be so damn
So so dumb so dumb
So stay away from me (huh)
You better play her somewhere else
You need to look at yourself (huh)
You need to find some help
So so dumb so dumb (dumb dumb)
Dumb dumb dumb (dumb dumb)
(Da dumb dumb dumb)
So so dumb so dumb
Dumb dumb...
(Everybody C'mon)
Let it out, the weekend's on the mind
Fill it up, let's blast the jam tonight
While we're cruisin' around in the streets
(cruise those streets let's lis...)
Let's listen up for the party beat
(Party beat so slap...)
So slap the funk let the bass beat around me tonight
Everybody take it to the top we're gonna stomp
All night
In the neighbourhood
Don't it feel alright
Gonna stomp
All night
Wanna party 'till the morning light
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
A-a-ah
Band is hot there's people wall to wall
(Everybody party)
Old ones, youing things, short ones standing tall
So grab the groove with a smile on your face
(Smiling faces)
Hit the the harbours and ride all places
(Ride all places)
The heat is on and the funk just won't leave us alone
(Funk won't leave us alone)
Everybody take it to the top we're gonna stomp
All night
(Stomp all night)
In the neighbourhood
Don't it feel alright
(Can you feel it) Gonna stomp, all night
(Stomp all night)
Wanna party 'till the morning light
Gonna stomp, all night
(All night)
In the neighbourhood, don't it feel alright
(Can you feel it)
Gonna stomp, all night
Wanna party 'till the morning light
Woah - yeah - huh
Stomp
Step down with it
Put your feet where you feel they fit
Stomp
You don't wanna quit
Put your heels with your feet and lift
Stomp
(Stomp)
All night
(All night)
In the neighbourhood
Don't it feel alright
Gonna stomp
(I wanna feel you stompin')
All night
Wanna party 'till the morning light
Gonna stomp
(Stompin')
All night
(Right now)
In the neighbourhood
(Stompin')
Don't it feel alright
Gonna stomp
All night
Wanna party 'till the morning light
'Till the morning
Got-ta keep it movin'
Keep it grooving
C'mon Stomp
In the neighbourhood
C'mon now stomp
In the neighbourhood
(overlay)
Stomp
All night
In the neighbourhood
Don't it feel alright
Gonna stomp
All night
Wanna party 'till the morning light
STOMP
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-eh
Stomp
Step down with it
Put your feet where you feel they fit
Stomp
You don't wanna quit
Put your heels with your feet and lift
Stomp
Step down with it
Put your feet where you feel they fit
Stomp
You don't wanna quit
Put your heels with your feet and lift
Steppin' out the weekends open wide
Fill it up let's blast the jams and ride
While we're cruisin' around in the street
Listen up for the party in feet
Slap me five that's the place we've arrived it's alive
Ev'rybody take it to the top we're gonna
Stomp all night in the neighbourhood
Don't it feel all right gonna
Stomp all night wanna party
Till the morning light
Runnin' runnin' runnin'
The set is hot there's people wall to wall
Old ones young things short ones standing tall
So Grab the one with the smile on her face
And hit the floor and stay right on the case
The heat is on and the funk just won't leave us alone
Ev'rybody take it to the top we're gonna
Stomp all night in the neighbourhood
Don't it feel all right gonna
Stomp all night wanna party
Till the morning light gonna
Stomp all night in the neighbourhood
Don't it feel all right gonna
Stomp all night wanna party
Till the morning light
Stomp
Stomp step down in it put your foot
Where you feel the fit
Stomp you don't want to quit
Put your heels where you're feeling it
Stomp all night in the neighbourhood
Don't it feel all right gonna
Stomp all night wanna party
Sing the song, sing along with me
Sing the song, sing the song with me
When I'm with you baby, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, (slurp), taste the shit
(Slurp), taste it again, I like it
(Rrr) I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco
Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
Baby baby, I can't stop
Wu, gots ta like come on through
Soo, that's the call for the Wu
I came here to rectify
BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify
Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
Man, fuck that
Shit, that I make it's the skit
I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it
Let's sing the song
Come on party people, all in together now, sing along
Have you ever ever ever
In your long legged life
Had a bald headed bitch
For your bald headed wife
Gimme dat
Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you wanna get up and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya
You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
That a true nigga shall come through
No-one is available to be compatible
This is chamber number 9, verse 32
Is what we call The Stomp
(Stomp)
The stomp is down (Stomp)
Get down for your crown (Stomp)
Stomp (Stomp)
Brothas always playin with the microphone
When it blows up in your face, (BOOM) you leave it alone
You couldn't touch, this style is too much
It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch
(Grruh) Any nigga or niggerette
Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
Straight up and down, I don't play around
Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
the knife will cut into your flesh soon to be ripped
htrough
your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting
it now engulfs you, the terror it builds too the fear
of your own death,
a putrid dismemberment
pools of blood drip from your carcass
open wounds cleaned with your piss
in feces i drown you choke on the filth of you
your skin is smeared with shit the knife cuts into it
your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting
the fear of your own death, a putrid dismemberment
pools of blood drip from your carcass
open wounds cleaned with your piss
see the knife
cut your flesh
still alive
but decapitated
headless stump
buried deep
severed legs and arms
and pulled out teeth
fingers cut off
and toes too
left in water electrocute
from eye sockets blood does shoot
gangrene is fed to you
The nightmares have come true, a violent death is upon
you
the pigs will never find you
ill scatter the pieces of you
flesh and skin is removed
everybone, every bone in your body is smashed.
Thank God for the weekend,
Now is the time,
For feeling alright,
Come and taste the spice of life,
Tonight nothing matters,
Come and feel the groove,
Let it into you,
You know what you've gotta do,
Every Friday when my work is done now,
I get my party on,
I call a few friends of mine,
Make sure I'm looking fine,
I know we're gonna have a real good time, yeah,
Everybody clap your hands,
Get up and dance,
We're gonna stomp all night now,
Everybody move your feet,
Get up and feel the beat,
We're gonna stomp all night now,
All I need is the music,
To get me high,
Feeling so alive,
Leaving all my cares behind,
Keep doing your own thing,
And I'll keep doing mine,
Dancing through the night,
This where I feel alright,
Every Friday when my work is done now,
I get my party on,
I call a few friends of mine,
Make sure I'm looking fine,
I know we're gonna have a real good time, yeah,
Everybody clap your hands,
Get up and dance,
We're gonna stomp all night now,
Everybody move your feet,
Get up and feel the beat,
We're gonna stomp all night now,
Thank God for the weekend,
Cos now is the time,
All I need is the music,
To get me high,
Everybody, everybody,
We're gonna, we're gonna,
Stomp all night now,
Everybody clap your hands and get up and dance
Wun, y'all done fucked up now
Oh, shit, 'Ryde Or Die', nigga
It's Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon' do, boy?
You betta sit down, boy, we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, lil' bloody
Don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get [unverified], no problem, Barry
You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, it's a three be like that
Tell his ass to come right back to the block with a gat
Standing out in the track with a bumma hard
Bumming weed into the sack
Nigga, let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby 'cause I be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few [unverified]
Be borrowing from the police, never wanna follow
And parlor and it ain't no stopping it
(That's shit)
Y'all niggas from [unverified], ain't locking it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Look, I'm slipping right behind ya, nigga
Don't try to hide 'cause I'll find ya, nigga
I'm representing Big County, nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me, nigga
Don't try to run no bullshit like that [unverified], nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this, I gots two for this
I'll tear yo' mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars, y'all, my shit harder, dog
I'm from the city of Caprice and them parlors, y'all
I'ma go and kill this, nigga, kiss above this realest, nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar
And now you feel this, nigga
The respect you gotta give us
'Slip-N-Slide' and Ruff Ryders, nigga
And all yo' money can't buy this nigga
My ecstasy got me wyling, nigga
I'm twice that body, nigga
About 100 miles an hour, nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, ball out
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Wait a minute, goddammit, y'all done fucked up now
Y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representing from the South
In a glass [unverified]
This man got cash in mind on the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talking 'bout Yung Wun's a bitch
(Man)
That DS Cliq, I'ma 'bout to pitch a fucking fit
And start blowing this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice, Wun?
Down in Georgia, six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered, boy, where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved by getting robbed
Causing tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses, get beside theyself
And suffocate from plastic
Face down on a mattress
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
(Mark Hollis Simon Brenner Paul Webb Lee Harris)
Driving in the back seat around the town
Listen to the lights, I want to see the sound
Of music playing in my head
I never heard a word you said
Oh oh oh
The beats are kicking in
Oh oh oh
Your
Ears don't hear a thing
Strike up the band
Looking for reaction without the crowd
Looking in the doors I get the run around
You never heard a word I said
I've seen this music in my head
Oh oh oh
The beats are kicking in
Oh oh oh
Your ears don't h
Ear a thing
Strike up the band
You never heard a word I said
I've seen this music in my head
Oh oh oh
The beats are kicking in
Oh oh oh
Your ears don't hear a thing
Stomp
(Michael Peterson/Josh Leo/John Bettis)
(Track 8 - Time 3:34)
Every Friday night you will find me here
Watchin' people dancin' in a line
While I'm talking to this long neck beer
Throw me out there on the floor
I'll show 'em all a thing or two
Both my feet are left
Don't know the fancy steps
'Cause here's a dance that anyone can do
Kick off your workin' boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don't need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time, to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody's getting ready to romp
Ain't nothin' to it
Now all you gotta do is just
STOMP
Do it loose or do it tight
Do it if it takes all night
Just put both feet on the ground
Pick 'em up and slam 'em down
Even if you do it wrong
You're doin' it right
Kick off your workin' boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don't need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time, to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody's getting ready to romp
Ain't nothin' to it
Now all you gotta do is just
STOMP
Kick off your workin' boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don't need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time, to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody's getting ready to romp
Ain't nothin' to it
Now all you gotta do is just
STOMP
Kick off your workin' boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don't need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time, to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody's getting ready to romp
Ain't nothin' to it
Now all you gotta do is just
STOMP
Yeah ain't nothin' to it
Now all you gotta do is just
You can never, ever make a difference
You will always, always be on the defence
Pride and race that don't make no sense
When you couldn't put sense in a sentence
Happy Days
You will condemn in me the things you love the most
could you ever, ever see the thing right through
happy days
or take, maybe an individual point of view
and just what did you ever have to say?
when i look at you, i see sweet F.A!
Old happy days are here again
you will condemn in me, the things you
love the most
you will condemn and roast the things you want the most
happy days
you could never find an answer inside a book
and this can only be true because you would never look
you can stand on you head and spout the rhetoric
but the only problem you have, is forensic
happy days
you ignorant twat
you are too proud
you are too loud
and none of it originates from you
you will condemn and roast the things in me
you love the most
happy days
dont you love me
the things you love the most
happy days
We don't listen when you yelling and telling us,
Call us young dumb & rebellious,
(Belly rings how we wear our clothes)
Cannot,will not,live our lives the way you do yours,
You get one life and we won't be bored
So we flip through tricks off a skateboard,
We know you scared for us,cause you care for us,
Just be there for us and let us breathe
Hey teachers, not another one of your long speeches
How there's no hope and you can't reach us
Why can't we be us, just jump up, rip off the bleachers and
Stomp, soon as you hear the system thump
I need to feel that, pop the trunk,
All my ladies you wit me?
fellas if you feel me,feel
I want you to get up, I wanna see you jump and
Stomp, soon as you feel the system thump
I wanna feel that bump,bump,bump
All my ladies you wit me?
fellas if you feel me,feel me,
I wanna see ya, I wanna see ya stomp
Were not listening when you scream and yell
with your parental judgemental selves
Like you never been young before
We cannot,will not,live our lives the way you dours
We get one life and we won't be scared,
So throw your hands up in the air,
Instead of crowding us and doubting us,
You outta be proud of us, and let us breathe
Hey teachers, not another one of your long speeches
How there's no hope and you can't reach us
Why can't we be us,just jump up, rip off the bleachers and
Cause we've had enough and
We've had it up to here,and
All we wanna do is have some fun,so please
Don't suffocate us, let us breathe,breathe,breathe
We've had enough and
We've had it up to here,
All we wanna is have some fun,so please
Don't suffocate us,let us breathe,breathe,breathe
[Chorus:]
Dip.. bitch.. bitch.. dip
Switch.. hips.. lick.. lips
Miss.. twist.. quick.. flip
Then.. stomp.. then.. stomp
[J.R.: over Chorus]
Geah!
Let's get ready to bounce y'all
Let's do it
[Verse 1:]
I'm so low on fitteds, rose gold show was glittered
The blue was down, Juvenile, "Slow Motion" wit it
The slow flow is vivid, yo whoa hoe I live it
Oh no, throw bows, pros go low and dip it
You know how R twerk, I hit the bar first
For a bottle on a model tryin to converse
Hoe in the back tryin to get out her bra shirt
And pin a broad against the wall like some art work (whoa)
Huh, but I rolled up in a Beamer
Damn near frozen to my sneakers like I rolled up out the freezer (ice)
Plus you ain't never seen a soldier on a skeezer
That make the same chick dip it lower than Christina
Stomp, stomp, nigga front, stomp 'em out
Dip switch lick, that's what the song is about
Get ya condoms out, yes it's time to slide
Mom hot, parkin lot, girl get inside the ride
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp)
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp
[Chorus x2]
[J.R.: over second Chorus]
Yeah, I don't think y'all understand the true meaning of this song
Let me make it a little clearer for y'all
[Verse 2:]
This that get it girl, twist and twirl move behind her
This that brush down your Gucci, Louis, new Gabbana
This that Luke baby move lady choose the grinder
This that 2 Live Crew, I need a "Hoochie Mama"
I'm just sickenin and gifted listen this Dip is the one
Six minutes, spit it, shit it, dig it, I did it for fun
I that nigga who comes, check and see ya ex and skeet
Can't remember me cause I stay on the tip of her tongue
I make the bitches bounce, pop a duck get 'em found
Cop a Dutch, split a ounce, chop and cut big amounts
I'm in the Switzerland, aqua Swiss, Swiss accounts
Without a deal still my pockets like Swiss account
I eat mobsters for lunch, feed 'em rockets and pumps
Get it shot, listen ock play 'Pac if you want
I'm Cadillac scrap that's my top in the trunk
No cover gutter brother the color's tropical punch
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I'm 'bout it 'bout it, crowd the houses and drought with some O's
About the foulest cal for cowards I crouch and reload
A patty waggy ask ya catty I style on them hoes
From nasty natty Cakalacky a mouth full of gold
I'm a nuisance you slut, get ya coupe full of guts
Front stunt, all you want, chump ain't stupid enough
He'll get hit split shit tryin to prove it to us
I sip sizzurp and keep Crunk Juice in my cup
I'm about getting straight some type houses estate
Your wife countin my cake, her nice mouth on my snake
Watch surrounded by flakes, boy and these rocks are annoyin
I can't keep 'em outta my face, uhh
Who's as icy as me, shit I ice sickle T's
It's nothing for the stunt and turn your wife to a ski
My chain hang and man she delighted to see
A hundred karats, faggot wrist full of vitamin D
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp)
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Whoa ooh oh yeah
I know you're cheating on me
And I don't like it
You'll get what you deserve
And don't go fooling yourself
Don't even try it
Now to the club I swerve
I'm ready
Stomp you out my memory
Here's the remedy
Stomp you out my memory
Now you're next to me
I slap you out my memory
Whoa ooh oh yeah
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Whoa ooh oh yeah
Be in
When my life begins
You best believe it
That I'm free at last
There you go
Your time is out
You better buckle up
Now to the club I swerve
CHORUS:
I'm ready
Stomp you out my memory
Here's the remedy
Stomp you out my memory
Now you're next to me
I slap you out my memory
Whoa ooh oh yeah
I'm ready
Here's the remedy
Now you're next to me
And I'm ready
Whoa ooh oh yeah
One day you'll finally see
How fun life was with me
You'll see me out happy
Over and over and over again
Right here right there right now
I'm puttin' my foot down
Makin' that stompin' sound
Over and over again
CHORUS
I'm ready
Stomp you out my memory
Here's the remedy
Stomp you out my memory
Now you're next to me
I slap you out my memory
Whoa ooh oh yeah
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Whoa ooh oh yeah
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
Every Friday night
You will find me here
Watchin' people dancin' in a line
While I'm talking to this long neck beer
Throw me out there on the floor
I'll show 'em all a thing or two
Both my feet are left, don't know the fancy steps
But here's a dance that anyone can do
Kick off your workin' boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don't need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody's getting ready to romp
Ain't nothing' to it
Now all you gotta do is just stomp
Do it loose or do it tight, do it if it takes all night
Just put both feet on the ground
Pick 'em up and slam 'em down
Even if you do it wrong you're doin' it right
Kick off your workin' boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don't need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody's getting ready to romp
Ain't nothing' to it
Now all you gotta do is just stomp
Kick off your workin' boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don't need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody's getting ready to romp
Ain't nothing'' to it
Now all you gotta do is just stomp
Kick off your workin' boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don't need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody's getting ready to romp
Oh ain't nothing' to it
Now all you gotta do is just stomp
Yeah ain't nothin' to it
Here we go,
Once again,
Will it end?
Does anyone care?
Here we go,
Once again,
Will it end?
Does anyone care?
The show is starting,
The clowns are laughing,
You're not departing,
It's automatic,
The light fantastic,
Wrapped in plastic,
Here we go,
Once again,
Will it end?
Does anyone care?
Here we go,
Once again,
Will it end?
Does anyone care?
The show is starting,
The clowns are laughing,
You're not departing,
It's automatic,
The light fantastic,
Wrapped in plastic,
The freak show's starting,
You're not departing,
The light is shining,
Everybody get your freak on!
The freak show's starting,
You're not departing,
The light is shining,
Everybody get your freak on!
Send it off with a stamp
As the winter locks in the branches above you higher than where we've loved.
It's never coming back,
And the hardest thing about this love is that you're never coming back.
Hold me close while you can,
It's hard to remember the end of December holding onto the past.
You're never coming back.
And the hardest thing about this love is that it's never going to last.
And the hardest thing about this love is that you're never coming back.
And our love's waiting tonight.
And our love's wasted tonight.
And our love's waiting tonight.
And our love's wasted tonight.
Well hold young lovers,
You'll find another
Your heart will sing too,
But I don't need you.
Well hold young lovers,
You'll find another
Your heart will sing too,
But I don't need you.
And hold on lover,
You'll find another
But I don't need you,
Stepping out
the weekend's open wide
Fill it up, let's blast
the jams and ride
While we're cruising
around in the street
Listen up for the partying feet
Slap me five, that's the place
we've arrived, it's alive
(chorus)
Everybody take it to the top
We're gonna stomp all night
in the neighborhood
don't it feel alright?
We're gonna stomp all night
wanna party 'til the morning light
Running, running, running
The set is hot
there's people wall to wall
Old ones, young things
short ones standing tall
So, grab the one with
the smile on her face
And hit the floor and
stay right on the case
The heat is on and the funk
just won't leave us alone
(chorus 2x)
Stomp, step down in it
Put your feet where
you feel the fit
Stomp, you don't want to quit
Put your heel where
you're feeling it
(chorus 3x)
Stomp, step down in it
Put your feet where
you feel the fit
Stomp, you don't want to quit
Put your heel where
you're feeling it
Take it to the top
Stomp, step down in it
Put your feet where
you feel the fit
Stomp, you don't want to quit
Put your heel where
you're feeling it
It takes guts to mount up
On the back of a big cus
Getting tore up from the floor up
I'm gonna push my luck
Pull the gate and try to make
8 on an earthquake high stakes
That makes your bones ache
Hey hey
And I'm losing all control
You know I'm gonna stomp kick
I gotta get a good grip
Set it off like a rocket, yeah
I'm going to the moon and back again
Baby what a wild trip
I'm crackalacking like a bullwhip
I'll tie it down with a tight fit, yeah
And it's a rock and roll rodeo
You know I'm gonna stomp, yeah
Like a whirlwind, gonna spin chock full of adrenaline
So kick it in, here we go again
Oh like nitro, gonna blow up like pryo baby
Before the big show, comin' like a domino
What a way to go
The crowd is losing all control
You know I'm gonna stomp kick
I gotta get a good grip
Set it off like a rocket, yeah
I'm going to the moon and back again
Baby what a wild trip
I'm crackalacking like a bullwhip
I'll tie it down with a tight fit, yeah
And it's a rock and roll rodeo
You know I'm gonna stomp
You know I'm gonna stomp kick
I gotta get a good grip
Set it off like a rocket, yeah
I'm going to the moon and back again
Baby what a wild trip
I'm crackalacking like a bullwhip
I'll tie it down with a tight fit, yeah
And it's a rock and roll rodeo
You know I'm gonna stomp, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You know I'm gonna
You know I'm gonna
Look Around You Do You See?
- Can't Get A Grip On What I Need -
Stomp Me, Kick Me Down
Turn On Me Like A Dying Disease
- Can't Get A Fix What's Killing Me -
Give Me A Reason Why
Why? Why?
Why Are You Kicking Me?
Why? Why?
Why Are You Kicking Me Down?
On My Knees Hear My Scream
- All I Need Now Is A Little Relief -
Stomp Me, Kick Me Down
Standing There Controlling Me
- I Won't Play A Role In Society -
Give Me A Reason Why
Why? Why?
Why Are You Kicking Me?
Why? Why?
Why Are You Kicking Me Down?
Why? Why?
Why Are You Kicking Me?
Why? Why?
Why Are You Kicking Me Down?
Why? Why?
Why Are You Kicking Me?
Why? Why?
[Trick] One
[Yung Wun]
Y'all done fucked up now!
OH SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
It's mine now! Who want it, HA?
D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?
It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDY
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes
Just a pine box dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
Catch a case and come right back
To the block with a gat
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few endz
be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala
(That's shit) And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it
[Chorus: x2]
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[Trick Daddy]
Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga
I'm representin Dade County nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me nigga
Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit harder Dog
I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all
Ima go and kill this nigga
Kiss above this realest nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga
The respect you gotta give us
Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga
And all yo money can't buy this nigga
My exctacy got me wilin nigga
I'm twice that body nigga
About 100 miles an hour nigga
[Swizz Beatz]
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out
[Chorus: x2]
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[YUNG WUN]
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now
y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representin from the South
In a glass ???
This man got cash in mind
On the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN)
That DS Cliq
Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit
And start blowin this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where Im from
Problems gon get solved
By getting robbed
Causin tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses
Get beside theyself
And soficate from plastic
Face down on a mattress
[Chorus: x5]
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
[Intro]
Sing the song, sing along with me
Sing the song, sing the song with me
[Verse 1]
When I'm with you baby, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, (slurp), taste the shit
(Slurp), taste it again, I like it
(Rrr) I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco
Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
Baby baby, I can't stop
Wu, gots ta like come on through
Soo, that's the call for the Wu
I came here to rectify
BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify
Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
Man, fuck that
Shit, that I make it's the skit
I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it
Let's sing the song
Come on party people, all in together now, sing along
Have you ever ever ever
In your long legged life
Had a bald headed bitch
For your bald headed wife
[laughter] Gimme dat
[Verse 2]
Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you wanna get up and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya
You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
That a true nigga shall come through
No-one is available to be compatible
This is chamber number 9, verse 32
Is what we call The Stomp
(Stomp)
The stomp is down (Stomp)
Get down for your crown (Stomp)
Stomp (Stomp)
[ODB]
[Verse 3]
Brothas always playin with the microphone
When it blows up in your face, (BOOM) you leave it alone
You couldn't touch, this style is too much
It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch
(Grruh) Any nigga or niggerette
Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
Straight up and down, I don't play around
Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
Pigs, fed, fucken law!
racist copy, know the score?
brutalized - community
myrmidon - conspiracy
fish pond - first law
rise, fight, defy, unite
black or white
cease to obey
the pigs in wigs decide
She invited me in and
She gave me a drink
She looked at me and
Smiled and she said
Give me, give me
Something to hold on to
Give me, give me
Something to hold on to
Will you remove my shoes and
Lift up my skirt
Will you eat my box while I work
Eat it while I work
She touched my chest and
I touched her breast
She kissed my lips and
I kissed her lips
