Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - 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 portch
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

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