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Stomp [Original Version]

by Young Buck

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Uh ohh, young buck, t.I., ludacris Dirty south, yeah I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, I get the club crunk, I'm'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? I'm a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off Now where you from? Who the boss? I'm'a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off 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 goin' trick, or you goin' 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 nothing Come on 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? I'm'a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, I get the club crunk, I'm'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? I'm'a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off Now where you from? Who the boss? I'm'a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off Aye, a 100 karots on the chest, I'm so true to this Task force got my vest, I got a new bitch Fans hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit A million dollars at a time, till I'm super rich Pimp squad, g-unit, fuck who you get Ask your niece's and nephew's, I'm the shit Real niggas see the diffrence between you and this Me gettin' beat down?, That's ludacris My name rang from the streets, and slang in my caddyville Nigga are you gettin' it rodney dangerfield? No respect, I'm a bet, you can bet that I caught some cases, but it's just a minor set back And if I have to do some time, I'll be right back With some thighs, and some tri's and a six pack We hit the door, watch all the pussy nigga get back They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk It's chopper's hit ya ass, you'll with ya got your ass stomp'd I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, I get the club crunk, I'm'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? I'm'a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off Now where you from? Who the boss? I'm'a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off Mutherfucka, 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 'Cause maintainin my fish tank, and they house, cost the same Ask me, I'd say I made it, and 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 Nobodies thinkin' about you, plus your beats ain't legit So please stay off the t.I.p. Of my dick I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, I get the club crunk, I'm 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? I'm a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off Now where you from? Who the boss? I'm a break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

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