Stomp Lyrics - The End - Three 6 Mafia

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 nigga 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' shit 

Trick I drop you in the splunder 

Cut you up like 

Jerry Springer biatch 

Come, come who the fuck 

They want some 

Niggas want to jump, jump 

Get'cha make ya pump, Paul 

Still gon' miss ya bump, bump 

Off a nigga 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 fuckin' 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 motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp 

(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump) 

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp 

(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump) 

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp 

(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump) 

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp 

(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump) 

How long gon' go deep 

In the North? 

When niggas 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 shit try to make that shit 

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 niggas 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 fuck 

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 fuckin' stomp 

Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house 

It's the peel yo 

Motherfuckin' stand back 

It's they fuckin' steelo 

On your fuckin' ass 

We can't fuckin' 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 shit 

But these niggas 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 motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp 

(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump) 

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp 

(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump) 

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp 

(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump) 

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp 

(Lay at, move his ass down to the pump)