Letra de Stomp

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Voices in them trees, these are the things
That help me vision these evil most things
Me and DJ Paul we got the hook up finna go stick
Me on the passenger side, loc took a slight peek
Through thy window, somethin' creepin' up slow
It was this Lotus driven by this hoe
So I'm sippin' on thy Rémy
Hoping it won't cross my rhodes attention
Not only was you in it yet another nigga drivin'
Paul stopped the car
Said: "want you buck 'em rough Koopsta?"
Shi'r't I know ya hurt
Take them bi'r'ches back
Take 'em back with them slugs
Sad to see ya gone son, teflons in yo crest
Mr. Kutem and dread shed
Koopsta got em scared, want prophitin'
Shit see that watcha get fo talkin' shit
Trick I'll drop you in a splunder
Cut ya up like Jeffrey Dahmer biatch

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas want to jump, jump
Getcha make ya pump, pump
Scarecrow miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a region
Bitches tremblin', shakin'
Mafioso rule by
And he will act a fool
We don't give a damn
If your fuckin' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this bassline
Lord Infamous don't waste time
When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
Like some new years confetti
Astronomical Triple 6
Writes space on top of asteroids
Comin' to rip up the shore
We killin' the fool
So act a fool boy

[Hook]
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
How long gon' go deep
In the North
When niggas stay drunk
And smoke Newports
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 slangin' 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 tryin' to get
The chance get on the tape
Bein' a fool
Keep tryin' I'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
Whn niggas are buckin'
I'm still gonna dance
The third a fool
Let's look if all
We took the club
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettin real buck
They might wanna fight
Later on the night
Cause Memphis playas don't give a fuck
Security jumped
We smack the punks
For throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt
The number one song
It just cam on
And now it's time to fuckin' stomp

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house
It's the peel yo
Motherfuckin' stand back
It's they fuckin' steelo
On your fuckin' ass
We can't fuckin' brag
Cause we comin' up
Robbers on my ass
Should I blast
Cause they runnin' up
Maybe it's my premadin'
Now friends turn too yo
With the sayin'
Saw your nine
Boy I call that kick door
I stick those
Bitches in my trunk
And now we back to my hood
Don't want the left they die yet
But he wishin' he would
Wasn'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 em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet Posse
Ya'll know we make em' stomp

[Hook]
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the concrete)