Stomp

Uh ohhhhh, young buck, T.I., ludacris
Dirty south, yeahhh

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

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

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 (yeah)
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off (yeah)
Now where you from? who the boss? Im'a break him off (yeah)
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

Did you G, yo' nick, comin' straight outta coffin, lace up
My G's 6'6 and I'm 8'10 stumpin'
Got ten thousand cash in my pocket, let them pumpin'
'cause luden' young buck, always getting me into something
Low rider out front I'm tryna get into something
Step on bench you one more time and I'mma start bustin'
Rose gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
And the bitch with the fat ass from the dirty dirty south
If I wasn't tryna get the cover, outta davo cell

Just tryna' fuck Mia, 'cause drake says sex sells
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
Don't be mad 'cause you bitch chose buck and gain
You see the logo tatted on my neck the same
When I'm autographin' on the chest
Put you bottles in the air for ye'yo, he on house arrest
And on behalf of 50 cent, this is G uni-west now
Stomp G- G- G- uni-west now
Stomp G- G- G- uni-west now

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

Muthafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the loch ness
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
'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
Nobodys 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, 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 (yeah)
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off (yeah)
Now where you from? who the boss? Im'a break him off (yeah)
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off



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Writer(s): David Darnell Brown, Christopher Brian Bridges, Paul D. Beauregard, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
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