Stomp lyrics

Song information

Artist: Young Buck
Album: Straight Outta Cashville

Lyrics

[Young buck:]
Uh ohhhhh, young buck
Dirty south, yeahhh

Chorus:
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

[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

[The game:]
G-g-g-unit! coming straight outta compton
Lace up my g-6's, and I'm a-town stomping
Got ten thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
Cuz luda and young buck always getting me into somethin'
Low rider out front, I'm trying to get into somethin'
Step on banks shoe one more time and im'a start busting
Rolls gold in my grill, I gotta dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south
I wasn't trying to get the cover of the double xl
Just trying to fuck mia, cuz dre. said sex sells
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fucking chain
Don't be mad cuz your bitch chose buck and game
You see the logo tatted on my necklace
Same one I'm autographing 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

[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 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 crap 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 beats ain't legit
So please stay off the t.i.p. of my dick

[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