Young Buck
Stomp dainos žodžiai
Featuring The Game & Ludacris
[Intro: Young Buck]
Uh Ohhhhh, Young Buck,
Dirty South yooo... [Chorus]
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Stomp,
Watch how I get the club crunk Im'a make 'em Stomp,
We ain't playin' wanna front, 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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah),
Now where you from who the boss Im'a break him off (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah)... [Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm Caddillac'n through the hood sittin' on 24's (Yeah),
T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro (Yeah),
Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes (A'ight),
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 (C'mon,
Look in my eyes you can tell I ain't never scared (Naw),
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 (Yeah),
My click of Guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on,
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin' (Bitch),
C'mon take it outside le'me see somethin',
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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off... [Chorus]
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Stomp,
Watch how I get the club crunk Im'a make 'em Stomp,
We ain't playin' wanna front, 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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah),
Now where you from who the boss Im'a break him off (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah)... [Verse 2: The Game]
G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton,
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin',
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in,
'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin',
Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin',
Step on Banks shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin',
Rows gold in my grill I got a dirty mouth,
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty dirty South,
I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL,
Just tryin' to f**k Mya, cause Dre said sex sells,
Don't be mad at the rocks in my f**kin' chain,
Don't be mad cause your bitch chose Buck and Game,
You see the logo tatted on my neck,
The same one I'm autographin' 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... [Chorus]
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Stomp,
Watch how I get the club crunk Im'a make 'em Stomp,
We ain't playin' wanna front, 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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah),
Now where you from who the boss Im'a break him off (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah)... [Verse 3: Ludacris]
Mothaf**ka I'm a monster in this game similar to the Lochness,
My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses 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 craps game I'm rollin' 7's on the come out,
These rapper's think I'm ignent love sayin' my name,
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same,
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure wasn't luck,
'Cause 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,
'Cause 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]
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Stomp,
Watch how I get the club crunk Im'a make 'em Stomp,
We ain't playin' wanna front, 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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah),
Now where you from who the boss Im'a break him off (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah)...
Uh Ohhhhh, Young Buck,
Dirty South yooo... [Chorus]
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Stomp,
Watch how I get the club crunk Im'a make 'em Stomp,
We ain't playin' wanna front, 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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah),
Now where you from who the boss Im'a break him off (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah)... [Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm Caddillac'n through the hood sittin' on 24's (Yeah),
T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro (Yeah),
Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes (A'ight),
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 (C'mon,
Look in my eyes you can tell I ain't never scared (Naw),
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 (Yeah),
My click of Guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on,
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin' (Bitch),
C'mon take it outside le'me see somethin',
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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off... [Chorus]
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Stomp,
Watch how I get the club crunk Im'a make 'em Stomp,
We ain't playin' wanna front, 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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah),
Now where you from who the boss Im'a break him off (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah)... [Verse 2: The Game]
G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton,
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin',
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in,
'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin',
Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin',
Step on Banks shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin',
Rows gold in my grill I got a dirty mouth,
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty dirty South,
I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL,
Just tryin' to f**k Mya, cause Dre said sex sells,
Don't be mad at the rocks in my f**kin' chain,
Don't be mad cause your bitch chose Buck and Game,
You see the logo tatted on my neck,
The same one I'm autographin' 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... [Chorus]
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Stomp,
Watch how I get the club crunk Im'a make 'em Stomp,
We ain't playin' wanna front, 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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah),
Now where you from who the boss Im'a break him off (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah)... [Verse 3: Ludacris]
Mothaf**ka I'm a monster in this game similar to the Lochness,
My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses 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 craps game I'm rollin' 7's on the come out,
These rapper's think I'm ignent love sayin' my name,
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same,
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure wasn't luck,
'Cause 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,
'Cause 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]
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Stomp,
Watch how I get the club crunk Im'a make 'em Stomp,
We ain't playin' wanna front, 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 (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah),
Now where you from who the boss Im'a break him off (Yeah),
Where you from who the boss le'me break him off (Yeah)...
