8ball - Stompin' and Pimpin' lyrics

[EightBall] Let it loose Mature content Here we come again b**h, in your mothaf**in' face EightBall and M-J-f**in'-G rippin' up the place Comin' out hard, like I told you I was gonna do At the Marriott, lettin' your hoe do what she wanna do Not because I paid her, or made her n***a who, you think I be a trick and give my money up? Uh No, no, I got game for a hoe Baggets and combo In a wooded out Tahoe Murder n***as Cane slangin', gang bangin' Hand language got my mind twisted and tangled I remember walkin' up and down Orange Mound Memphis Tenn, that's my mothaf**in' stompin' ground Made it out, givin' back, bustin' dope raps You can't run, in every neighborhood they bustin' caps Country n***as, tinted out, gettin' f**ed up The wrong move will get your whole crew f**ed up I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this You critisize this, b**h, I gotta live this So i keep my pen, and I keep my 4-5th Light a spliff, n***a me and G comin' through Chrous Stompin', Pimpin' You can't f** with this Stompin', Pimpin' Ain't no competition Stompin', Pimpin' We the sh** n***a Stompin', Pimpin' b**h come and get some [MJG] We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin' sh** I'm doin' it, you couldn't Hell, Suave House got it locked down n***a, you shouldn't, even try To f** with M-J should I pimp this for excersize Woman, I don't want your p**y, now rest your thighs No testin' eyes, stays on my B's and U's and D's I got my P-H-T-D Pimp hoes to d**h in '83 Memories they rollin' over Dick riders, keep me focused Huh, what you say bro, you ain't' know this Get off the ground, now you know this And b**h, shut up talkin' to me with that same old Say, say, like a, can I touch your braids, and a, can I see you shades? Hell no b**h, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws? Get away from me, old groupie a** b**h Go s** some balls Ain't no stoppin' us n***as, you need to realize, quickly f** you, if you, n***as ain't with me Cool a** teacher Comin' out your b**h house, limpin', n***a Stompin', pimpin' Chorus [EightBall] Yeah, we be droppin' dope sh** for the real ones n***as got real guns, cause they make real funds Hood cats, who only f** with hood rats Blunt rollin' hoes, holdin' on to daddy's sack Stashin' gats, if I ask, she gon' let it loose I practiced tellin' hoes everything but the truth Stay away from funky n***as, cause they turn to thieves On my knees, meditatin' smokin' trees Shootin' game, with hard core rap agility Cross the globe with my southern mackability Black fat n***a all about my green stack n***a, we pack n***a This ain't no act n***a Chorus Come and get some 98, these weak n***as d**h date b**h come and get some Yeah Uh, uh Make it funky for 'em Play it back one time Straight Stompin', Pimpin'' Space Age forever What you say? Know what I'm sayin'? What you say? Let me ride, for my real n***as Uh Yeah EightBall the fat mack (one time) And MJG Space Age forever Suave House n***a Suave House n***a Suave House n***a Suave House n***a Know what I'm talkin' about? Um Keep it goin' baby Um Split one Fill it up Roll it up Spark it up (fire it up) Know what I'm sayin'? Smoke with me Smoke with me Get high with me n***a ride with me b**h come and get some