- Song Name: Stomp
- Artist Name: Young Buck
- Album: Straight Outta Ca$hville: G Unit Collectors Edition, Vol. 2
- Songwriters: Christopher Bridges, David Brown, Jayceon Terrll Taylor, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard
- Release Date: 2004.07.27
- Label: G Unit/Interscope
LYRICS FOR "Stomp"
Uh
Dirty south
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk
We ain't playin' wanna front
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on 24's
T
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
When you got love for the streets
Look in my eyes
Poppin' them thangs
If you gon' represent your hood
Security better back up when they play this song
And we 'bout 50 strong
My click of guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
C'mon n' take it outside
W-w-what now? Don't get B-B-Buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front
Do it like them dirty south boys
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
G-G-G-Unit
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket
'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
Low rider out front
Step on banks
Rows gold in my grill
And a b**** with a fat ass from the dirty
I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL
Just tryin' to f*** Mya 'cause Dre said
Don't be mad at the rocks in my f*****' chain
Don't be mad 'cause your b**** chose Buck and Game
You see the logo tatted on my neck
The same one I'm autographin' on the chest
Put your bottles in the air for Yayo
And on behalf of 50 Cent
Now stomp
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk
We ain't playin' wanna front
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Mothafucka
My rhymes is nappy rooted
The truth in this booth
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
These rapper's think I'm ignent
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same
Ask me I'll say I made it an' 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
My deals never get screwed my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin' this program hazin' these undergraduates
So
'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you plus your b*** ain't legit
So
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk
We ain't playin' wanna front
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
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