Young Buck - Stomp Lyrics
Artist: Young Buck f/ The Game, LudacrisAlbum: Straight Outta CashvilleSong: Stomp[Intro - Young Buck]Uh-ooohYoung BuckDirty south, yeah[Chorus - Young Buck]I hear him talkin' but he bout to get that ass stompWatch I get the club crunk, I'mma make him stompWe ain't playin', wanna front? Get that ass stompDo it like them dirty south boys do and stompNow where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him offWhere you from? Who the boss? Let me break him offNow where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him offWhere you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off[Young Buck]I'm Cadillac'in through the hood, sittin' on 24sTVs playin', rims spinnin', blowin' plenty droDon't have to mention, when you pimpin' you get plenty hosIt's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get your doughI know I got these haters mad, I can love thatWhen you got love for the streets they give you love backLook in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scaredPoppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhereIf you gon' represent your hood what you waitin' on?Security better back up when they play this songAnd we 'bout fifty strong, please don't make us do you wrongMy click of guerillas, they got they G-Units onAll of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'Come on take it outside, let me see somethin'Wha-wha-wha-what now? Don't get bu-bu-bucked downStop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut downNow where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him offWhere you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off[Chorus][The Game]G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton,Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump inCause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'Low rider out front, I'm trying to get into somethin'Step on Banks, shoot one more time and I'mma start bustin'Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouthAnd a ***** with a fat ass from the dirty-dirty southI wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XLJust tryin' to ***** Mya, cause Dre said sex sellsDon't be mad at the rocks in my *****in' chainDon't be mad cause your ***** chose Buck and GameYou see the logo tatted on my neckThe same one I'm autographin' on the chestPut your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on house arrestAnd on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit WestNow, stomp, G-G-G-G-UnitNow, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit[Chorus][Ludacris]Mother*****er,I'm a monster in this game, similar to the Loch NessMy rhymes are nappy rooted, some verses got a processThe truth in this booth, ain't no doubts when I'm rappin'If I say it I've either done it, or it's 'bout to happenWhen I pull up in the Louis truck on 26s people dumb outIf lifes a crack game I'm rolling sevens on the come outThese rappers think I'm ignorant, love saying my nameCause maintainin' my fish tank and they house cost the sameAsk me, I'd say I made it and it sure wasn't luckBecause hustlers relate to me and some are younger than BuckYou see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenupSo if that ***** don't act right I'm still gettin' my cutMy deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinenceI'm masterin' this program, hazin' these undergraduatesSo pimpin' "Be Easy", quit catchin' feelingsCause you worth a couple hundred-grand and I'm worth millionsNobodys thinkin' bout you plus your beef ain't legitSo please stay off the "T.I.P." of my dick[Chorus]
