Album: Straight Outta Cashville
Song: Stomp
[Intro - Young Buck]
Uh-oooh
Young Buck
Dirty southyeah
[Chorus - Young Buck]
I hear him talkin but he bout to get that ass stomp
Watch I get the club crunkI mma make him stomp
We ain t playin wanna front? Get that ass stomp
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
[Young Buck]
I m Cadillac in through the hoodsittin on 24s
TVs playin rims spinnin blowin plenty dro
Don t have to mentionwhen you pimpin you get plenty hos
It s all on you if you gon trick or you gon get your dough
I know I got these haters madI can love that
When you got love for the streets they give you love back
Look in my eyesyou can tell I ain t never scared
Poppin them thangsI m rockin my chain anywhere
If you gon represent your hood what you waitin on?
Security better back up when they play this song
And we bout fifty strongplease don t make us do you wrong
My click of guerillasthey got they G-Units on
All of that mean muggin really don t mean nothin
Come on take it outsidelet me see somethin
Wha-wha-wha-what now? Don t get bu-bu-bucked down
Stop all this hatin or this club gon get shu-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
[Chorus]
[The Game]
G-G-G-Unitcomin straight outta Compton
Lace up my G-6 s and I m A-Town stompin
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocketlet the pump in
Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin me into somethin
Low rider out frontI m trying to get into somethin
Step on Banksshoot one more time and I mma start bustin
Rows gold in my grillI got a dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty-dirty south
I wasn t tryin to get the cover of the Double XL
Just tryin to fuck Myacause Dre said sex sells
Don t be mad at the rocks in my fuckin chain
Don t be mad cause your bitch 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 Yayohe on house arrest
And on behalf of 50 Centthis is G-Unit West
NowstompG-G-G-G-Unit
NowstompG-G-G-G-Unit
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Motherfucker
I m a monster in this gamesimilar to the Loch Ness
My rhymes are nappy rootedsome verses got a process
The truth in this boothain t no doubts when I m rappin
If I say it I ve either done itor it s bout to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26s people dumb out
If lifes a crack game I m rolling sevens on the come out
These rappers think I m ignorantlove saying my name
Cause maintainin my fish tank and they house cost the same
Ask meI d say I made it and it sure wasn t luck
Because hustlers relate to me and some are younger than Buck
You see I m married to my musicbut we got a prenup
So if that bitch don t act right I m still gettin my cut
My deals never get screwedmy contracts practice abstinence
I m masterin this programhazin these undergraduates
So pimpin "Be Easy"quit catchin feelings
Cause you worth a couple hundred-grand and I m worth millions
Nobodys thinkin bout you plus your beef ain t legit
So please stay off the "T.I.P." of my dick
[Chorus]

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