- Song Name: Stomp
- Artist Name: Lil Jon
- Album: Da Bottom, Vol. 1: Chopped and Screwed
- Songwriters: Christopher Bridges, David Brown, Jayceon Terrll Taylor, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard
- Release Date: 2005.08.02
- Label: BCD Music Group
LYRICS FOR "Stomp"
Uh
Dirty South
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch I get the club crunk
We ain't playin'
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
I'm Cadillac in through the hood
TVs playin'
Don't have to mention
It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get your dough
I know I got these haters mad
When you got love for the streets they give you love back
Look in my eyes
Poppin' them thangs
If you gon' represent your hood what you waitin' on?
Security better back up when they play this song
And we 'bout fifty strong
My clique of guerrillas
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
Come on and take it outside
W-w-what now? Don't get b-b-bucked down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch I get the club crunk
We ain't playin'
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me 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
For the a b**** with a fat ass from the Dirty-Dirty South
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
Now
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch I get the club crunk
We ain't playin'
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
M***********
My rhymes are 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 26s people dumb out
If life's a crack game I'm rolling sevens on the come out
These rappers think I'm ignorant
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank and they house cost the same
Ask me
Because hustlers relate to me and some are younger than Buck
You see I'm married to my music but we got a prenup
So if that b**** don't act right I'm still gettin' my cut
My deals never get screwed
I'm masterin' this program
So pimpin'
'Cause you worth a couple hundred-grand and I'm worth millions
Nobody's thinkin' 'bout you plus your b*** 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
We ain't playin'
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
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