Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seeinand' more things
Me and dj paul
We got the hook off
We gonand' stee
We gonand' play socidal to go slappinand' through thy window
Somethinand's creepinand' up slow
It was a lodus
Read about a hoe
Some sippinand' on the women
Who gonand' want to cross my fules attention
Not only was you weak
Need another nigga drivinand'
I stop the car
Said do you want to buck emand'
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
Itand's the coulda me dree zand's
Koopsta got emand' stee
Make prophet me
See thatand's what you get for talkinand' 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
Getand'cha make ya pump, paul
Still gonand' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakinand'
Goinand' to a richinand'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
And he will act a fool
When he donand't give a damn
If your fuckinand' red or blue boy
Couldnand't buy the wet slide
Goinand' 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
Cominand' to rip up the shore
We killinand' 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 gonand' 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 slanginand' 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 tryinand' to get
The chance get on the tape
Beinand' a fool
Keep tryinand' iand'm not goinand' to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
Whn niggas are buckinand'
Iand'm still gonna dance
The third a fool
Letand's look if all
We took the club
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettinand' refunds
They might wanna fight
Later on the night
Cause memphis playas donand't give a fuck
Security junk
We smack the punks
For throwinand' us out
For smokinand' a blunt
The number ones on
It just cam on
And now itand's time to fuckinand' stomp
Juicyand's in the motherfuckinand' house
Itand's the peel yo
Motherfuckinand' stand back
Itand's they fuckinand' steelo
On your fuckinand' ass
We canand't fuckinand' brag
Cause we cominand' up
Robbers on my ass
Should i blast
Cause they runninand' up
Maybe itand's my premadinand'
No present turn to yo
With the sayinand'
Saw your nine
Boy i call that kick door
I stick those
Bitches in my trunk
And now we back to my hood
Donand't want the left they die yet
But he wishinand' he would
Wasnand'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 emand' up
Triple 6 and prophet posse
Yaand'll know we make emand' stomp
Chorus x4
