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THREE 6 MAFIA lyrics : "Stomp"

Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision

Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off

We gon' stee
We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy window
Somethin's creepin' up slow

It was a Lodus
Read about a hoe
Some sippin' on the women

Who gon' want to cross my fules, attention
Not only was you weak
Need another ^!$$% drivin'

I stop the car
Said do you want to buck em'
Rough Koopsta

Shirt I knew your hurt
Take the bridge back
Take a bag with them slugs

Sentence see your gone son
Devils in your Chris
It's the coulda me dree z's

Koopsta got em' stee
Make prophet me
See that's what you get for talkin' %#@!

Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch


Come, come who the $#&@
They want some
^!$$%s want to jump, jump

Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a ^!$$% fakin'

Goin' to a richin'
(*##$es turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by

And he will act a fool
when he don't give a damn
If your $#&@in' red or blue boy

Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best lide
Lord Infamous done with tight

When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it

Storm on this (*##$
Like some new used confetti
Astronomical Triple 6

Writes space on top of astroids
Comin' to rip up the shore
We killin' the fool

So act a fool boy

[Chorus x4]

Stomp mother$#&@er, stomp mother$#&@er, stomp
(lay at, move his $$# down to the pump)


How long gon' go deep
In the North
When ^!$$%s stay drunk

And smoke on your portch
From on my streets
Wit all only peeps

I used to scratch
And throw down beats
I made a mix

With real deep bass
The noise I had to be slangin' tapes
DJ in this %#@! try to make that %#@!

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 ^!$$%s 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' refunds
They might wanna fight
Later on the night

Cause Memphis playas don't give a $#&@
Security junk
We smack the punks
For throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt

The number ones on
It just cam on
And now it's time to $#&@in' stomp

Juicy's in the mother$#&@in' house
It's the peel yo

Mother$#&@in' stand back
It's they $#&@in' steelo
On your $#&@in' $$#
We can't $#&@in' brag
Cause we comin' up
Robbers on my $$#
Should I blast

Cause they runnin' up
Maybe it's my premadin'
No present turn to yo
With the sayin'
Saw your nine
Boy I call that kick door
I stick those

(*##$es 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 %#@!
But these ^!$$%s 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


[Chorus x4]

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