Dj Paul - Stomp lyrics

[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 pa**enger 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 n***a 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' sh** see that watcha get fo talkin' sh** Trick I'll drop you in a splunder Cut ya up like Jeffrey Dahmer b*atch [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Come, come who the f** They want some n***as want to jump, jump Getcha make ya pump, pump Scarecrow miss ya bump, bump Off a n***a fakin' Goin' to a region b**hes tremblin', shakin' Mafioso rule by And he will act a fool We don't give a damn If your f**in' red or blue boy Couldn't buy the wet slide Goin' on this best lide Lord Infamous don't waste time When me gotta get mine You know what I want But do Koopsta gets it Storm on this b**h Like some new years confetti Astronomical Triple 6 Writes space on top of astroids Comin' to rip up the shore We k**in' the fool So act a fool boy [Hook x4] Stomp motherf**er, stomp motherf**er, stomp (lay at, move his a** down to the pump) [Verse 3: Juicy J] How long gon' go deep In the North When n***as 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 ba** The noise I had to be slangin' tapes DJ in this sh** try to make that sh** 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 n***as 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 f** 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 f**in' stomp [Verse 4: DJ Paul] Juicy's in the motherf**in' house It's the peel yo Motherf**in' stand back It's they f**in' steelo On your f**in' a** We can't f**in' brag Cause we comin' up Robbers on my a** 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 b**hes 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 sh** But these n***as 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]