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
Something`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 ni**a drivin`

I stop the car
Said, “Do you want to buck `em?”
Rough Koopsta
Shirt, I knew you`re 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` s**t
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like
Jerry Springer biatch

Come, come who the f**k
They want some
Ni**as want to jump, jump
Get`cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon` miss ya bump, bump
Off a ni**a fakin`, goin` to a richin`
Bitches turn to shaken

Mafioso rule by
And he will act a fool
When he don`t give a damn
If your f**kin` 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 bitch
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

Stomp motherf**ker, stomp motherf**ker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherf**ker, stomp motherf**ker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherf**ker, stomp motherf**ker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherf**ker, stomp motherf**ker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)

How long gon` go deep
In the North?
When ni**as stay drunk
And smoke on your new ports
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 s**t try to make that s**t
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
When ni**as 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 f**k
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 f**kin` stomp
Juicy`s in the motherf**kin` house
It`s the peel yo
Motherf**kin` stand back
It`s they f**kin` steelo

On your f**kin` ass
We can`t f**kin` brag
Cause we comin` up
Robbers on my ass, 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
Bitches 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 s**t
But these ni**as 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

Stomp motherf**ker, stomp motherf**ker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherf**ker, stomp motherf**ker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherf**ker, stomp motherf**ker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherf**ker, stomp motherf**ker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)