Young Buck "Stomp (Collector's Edition)" |
[intro-young buck] Uh ohhhhh, young buck Dirty south, yeahhh [chorus-young buck] 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 [verse one-young buck] 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 [chorus-young buck] 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 [verse two-the game] G-g-g-unit, comin straight outta compton Laced up my g 6'S and im a-town stompin Got 10 thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in Cuz luda and young buck always gettin me into sumthin Low rider out front, im tryna get into sumthin Step on banks shoe one more time And imma start bussin Rows gold in my grill, i gotta dirrty mouth For that bytch wit a fat ass From the dirrty dirrty south I wasn't tryna get the cover of the xxl Jus tryna fuck mya cuz dre says sex sells Don't be madd at the rocks in my fuckin chain Don't be madd cuz ur bytch chose buck and game U see the logo tatted on my neck The same wit a autograph on ya chest Put ya bottles in the air for yayo He on house arrest And on behalf on 50 cent, this is g-unit west, now Stomp g-g-g-g-unit, now Stomp g-g-g-g-unit [chorus-young buck] 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 [verse three-ludacris] 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 eather done it, or it's 'bout to happen When i pull up in the louis truck on 26'S, people dumb out If lifes a crack 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 beef ain't legit So please stay off the t.i.p. Of my dick [chorus-young buck] 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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |