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Stompin' And Pimpin' Lyrics - Singles - Eightball & Mjg

Let it loose, mature content 

 

Here we come again bitch in your mothafuckin' face 

Eightball and M J fuckin' G rippin' up the place 

Comin' out hard like I told you I was gonna do 

At the Marriott lettin' your hoe do what she wanna do 

 

Not because I paid her or made her 

Nigga who you think I be a trick and give my money up? Uh 

No no I got game for a hoe, baggets and combo 

In a wooded out Tahoe, murder niggaz 

 

Cane slangin', gang bangin' 

Hand language got my mind twisted and tangled 

I remember walkin' up and down orange mound 

Memphis Tenn, that's my mothafuckin' stompin' ground 

 

Made it out, givin' back, bustin' dope raps 

You can't run in every neighborhood they bustin' caps 

Country niggaz tinted out, gettin' fucked up 

The wrong move will get your whole crew fucked up 

 

I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this 

You criticize this, bitch I live this 

So I keep my pen and I keep my 4 5th 

Light a spliff, nigga me and G comin' through 

 

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this 

Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition 

Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga 

Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some 

 

We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin' 

Shit I'm doin' it, you couldn't 

Hell, suave house got it locked down 

Nigga, you shouldn't, even try 

 

To fuck with M J should I pimp this for exercise 

Woman I don't want your pussy, now rest your thighs 

No testin' eyes, stays on my B's and U's and D's 

I got my P H T D pimp hoes to death in '83 

 

Memories they rollin' over 

Dick riders, keep me focused 

Huh, what you say bro, you ain't know this 

Get off the ground, now you know this 

 

And bitch, shut up talkin' to me with that same old 

Say, say, like a, can I touch your braids and a, can I see you shades? 

Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws? 

Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch go suck some balls 

 

Ain't no stoppin' us 

Niggaz, you need to realize, quickly 

Fuck you, if you, niggaz with me, cool ass teacher 

Comin' out your bitch house, limpin', nigga, stompin', pimpin' 

 

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this 

Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition 

Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga 

Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some 

 

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this 

Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition 

Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga 

Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some 

 

Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones 

Niggaz got real guns, 'cause they make real funds 

Hood cats, who only fuck with hood rats 

Blunt rollin' hoes, holdin' on to daddy's sack 

 

Stashin' gats, if I ask, she gon' let it loose 

I practiced tellin' hoes everything but the truth 

Stay away from funky niggaz 'cause they turn to thieves 

On my knees, meditatin' smokin' trees 

 

Shootin' game, with hardcore rap agility 

Cross the globe with my southern mack ability 

Black fat nigga all about my green stack nigga 

We pack nigga, this ain't no act nigga 

 

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this 

Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition 

Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga 

Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some 

 

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this 

Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition 

Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga 

Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some 

 

Come and get some 

Nine eight, these weak niggaz death date 

Bitch come and get some, yeah 

 

Uh, uh, make it funky for 'em 

Uh, uh, play it back one time right, uh 

Yeah straight stompin', pimpin' 

Space age forever what you say? 

 

You know what I'm sayin'? 

What you say? 

Let me ride 

What you say? 

For my real niggaz, uh, yeah 

Eightball the Fat Mack, one time 

And M J fuckin' G, one time 

Space age forever, one time 

 

Suave house nigga 

Suave house nigga 

Suave house nigga 

Suave house nigga 

 

You know what I'm talkin' about? 

What you talkin' about? 

Keep it goin' baby, um 

Split one, fill it up, rap it up 

Spark it up, fire it up 

 

You know what I'm sayin'? 

Smoke with me 

Smoke with me 

Get high with me 

Nigga ride with me 

Bitch come and get some 

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