Stomp Lyrics

Stomp lyrics

[Trick] One

 

 [Yung Wun]

 Y'all done fucked up now!

 OH SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 It's mine now!  Who want it, HA?

 D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?

 

 It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?

 You betta sit down nigga don't play like that

 Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat

 Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDY

 I don't play with the gun smoke

 For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost

 No problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes

 Just a pine box dropped off in the woods

 A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that

 Catch a case and come right back

 To the block with a gat

 Standin out in the track with a bumma hard

 Bummin weed into the sack

 Nigga let the weed smoke blow

 I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head

 Baby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarter

 Trying to make a few endz 

 be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala

 (That's shit) And it ain't no stoppin it

 Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it

 

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 

 Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up

 These down South boys ain't playin wit yall

 y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what

 Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up

 This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

 

 [Trick Daddy]

 Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga

 Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga

 I'm representin Dade County nigga

 I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas

 Don't eva try me nigga

 Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga

 You know I'ma a fool for this

 I gots two for this

 I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this 

 Them Daddy dollars y'all

 My shit harder Dog

 I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all

 Ima go and kill this nigga

 Kiss above this realest nigga

 First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga

 The respect you gotta give us

 Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga

 And all yo money can't buy this nigga

 My exctacy got me wilin nigga

 I'm twice that body nigga

 About 100 miles an hour nigga

 

 [Swizz Beatz]

 Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy

 Yung Wun, Yung Wun

 Yo, Ball Out

 

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 

 Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up

 These down South boys ain't playin wit yall

 y'all boys betta put em up what

 Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up

 This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

 

 [YUNG WUN]

 AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

 Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now

 y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde

 Representin from the South

 In a glass ???

 This man got cash in mind

 On the cash route

 Niggas there with they ass out

 Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN)

 That DS Cliq

 Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit

 And start blowin this bitch

 What you think my gun bust ice one

 Down in Georgia

 Six hours from Florida

 Niggas get slaughtered

 Boy where Im from 

 Problems gon get solved

 By getting robbed

 Causin tear drops and closed caskets

 On tha glasses

 Get beside theyself

 And soficate from plastic

 Face down on a mattress

 

 Chorus: repeat 5X

 

 Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up

 These down South boys ain't playin wit yall

 y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what

 Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up

 This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up