Stomp

[Verse 1: 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

Somethin' creepin' up slow, it was this Lotus driven by this hoe

So I'm sippin' on thy Rémy

Hoping it won't cross my rhodes attention

Not only was you in it yet another nigga drivin'

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 prophitin' shit see that watcha get fo talkin' shit

Trick I'll drop you in a Asplundh-ah

Cut ya up like Jeffrey Dahmer biatch

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Come, come who the ****, they want some

Niggas want to jump, jump, getcha make ya pump, pump

Scarecrow me shall bump, bump off a nigga fakin'

Go into a rage 'n b*****s tremblin', shakin'

Rump rump shakin', Mafioso rude boy, we will act a fool boy

We don't give a damn if you're ****in' red or blue boy

Cut 'em by the waistline, flowin' on this bassline

Lord Infamous don't waste time when me gotta get mine

You know what I want, why you usin' the guessing

Storm on this b***h like some new years confetti

Astronomical Triple 6 ride space on top of asteroids

Comin' to rip up the shore, we kill all the foes, don't act a fool boy

[Chorus]

Stomp mother****er, stomp mother****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

Stomp mother****er, stomp mother****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

Stomp mother****er, stomp mother****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

Stomp mother****er, stomp mother****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

How long ago? Deep in the North

Where niggas stay drunk and smoke Newports

From off the street with all my peeps

I used to scratch and program beats

I made a mix with real deep bass

At Northside High, be slangin' tapes

DJ in this shit tryna make it and shit

Tone they speakers and stack they crates

Studio gig was the place to be

Where all jocks were tryin' to get

The chance get on the tables and spin

A fool kept tryin' 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 ****

Security jumped we smack the punks

For throwin' us out for smokin' a blunt

The number one song, had just came on

And now it's time to ****in' stomp

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]

Juicy's in the mother****in' house, fins'to peel yo

Mother****in' skin back, it's they ****in' steelo

On your ****in' ass, we can't brag

Cause we comin' up, robbers on my ass

Should I blast cause they runnin' 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 b*****s in my trunk and now we back to my hood

The one on the left ain't die yet but he wishin' 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

[Hook]

Stomp mother****er, stomp mother****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

Stomp mother****er, stomp mother****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

Stomp mother****er, stomp mother****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

Stomp mother****er, stomp mother****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)