Stomp

(album: The End - 1997)

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Voices in them trees, these are the things
That help me vision these evil most things
Me and DJ Paul we got the hook up finna go stick
Me on the passenger side, loc took a slight peek through thy window
Something creeping up slow, it was this Lotus driven by this hoe
So I'm sipping on thy Rémy
Hoping it won't cross my rhodes attention
Not only was you in it yet another nigga driving
Paul stopped the car
Said: "won't you buck 'em rough Koopsta?"
Shi'r't I know ya hurt, take them bi'r'ches back
Take 'em back with them slugs
Sad to see ya gone son, Teflons and yo creds
Mr. Kutem in dread, yea Koopsta got 'em scared
Want prophiting shit see that watcha get fo talking shit
Trick I'll drop you in a Asplundh-ah
Cut ya up like Jeffrey Dahmer biatch

[Lord Infamous:]
Come, come who the fuck, they want some
Niggas want to jump, jump, getcha make ya pump, pump
Scarecrow me shall bump, bump off a nigga faking
Go into a rage 'n bitches trembling, shaking
Rump rump shaking, Mafioso rude boy, we will act a fool boy
We don't give a damn if you're fucking red or blue boy
Cut 'em by the waistline, flowing on this bassline
Lord Infamous don't waste time when me gotta get mine
You know what I want, why you using the guessing
Storm on this bitch like some new years confetti
Astronomical Triple 6 ride space on top of asteroids
Coming to rip up the shore, we kill all the foes, don't act a fool boy

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

[Juicy J:]
How long ago deep in the North
Where niggas stay drunk and smoke Newports
From [?] street with all my peeps
I used to scratch and program beats
I made a mix with real deep bass
At Northside high be slanging tapes
DJ in this shit trying to make it and shit
Tone they speakers and stack they crates
Studio gig was the place to be
Where all jocks were trying to get
The chance get on the tables and spin
A fool kept trying I could quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we called
When niggas got buck in a circle and danced
And dared a fool, to slip and fall
We tore up the club and showed no love
Just throw in our face and gettin real buck
They might wanna fight later on the night
Cause Memphis playas don't give a fuck
Security jumped we smack the punks
For throwing us out for smoking a blunt
The number one song, had just came on
And now it's time to fucking stomp

[DJ Paul:]
Juicy's in the motherfucking house, fins'to peel yo
Motherfucking skin back, it's they fucking steelo
On your fucking ass, we can't brag
Cause we coming up, robbers on my ass
Should I blast cause they running up
Maybe it's my friend, but then them friends will turn too yo
With the sig sauer 9, boy I come to kick doors
I stick those bitches in my trunk and now we back to my hood
The one on the left ain't die yet but he wishing he would
Wasn't in the mood for this buck shit
But these niggas had to creep and boy they stupid
I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out to the club we gotta get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet Posse, ya'll know we make em' stomp

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)