Artist/Band:
Young Buck
Lyrics for Song: Stomp (Collector's Edition)
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Young Buck
[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
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