Stomp (Letra)

Young Buck Part. TI, The Game, & Ludacris

(Intro-Young Buck)
Uh Ohhhhh, Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris
Dirty South, Yeahhh

(Chorus-Young Buck)
I Hear Him Talkin’, But He ‘Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im’a Make ‘Em Stomp
We Ain’t Playin’ Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

(Verse one-Young Buck)
I’m Caddillac’n Through The Hood, Sittin’ On 24’s
T.V’s Playin, Rim’s Spinin, Blowin’ Plenty Dro
Don’t Have To Mention, When You Pimpin, You Get Plenty Hoes
It’s All On You, If You Gon’ Trick, Or You Gon’ Get Yo’ Dough
I Know I Got These Haters Mad, I Can Love That
When You Got Love For The Streets, They Give Ya’ Love Back
Look In My Eyes, You Can Tell I Ain’t Never Scared
Poppin’ Them Thangs, I’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 50 Strong, Please Don’t Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla’s, They Got They G-Unit’s On
All Of That Mean Muggin’ Really Don’t Mean Nuthing
C’mon Take It Outside, Lemme See Sumthin
Wha-Wha-Wha-What Now?
Don’t Get Bu-Bu-Bu-Buck’d Down
Stop All This Hatin’ Or This Club Gon’ Get Shu-Shut Down
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

(Chorus-Young Buck)
I Hear Him Talkin’, But He ‘Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im’a Make ‘Em Stomp
We Ain’t Playin’ Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

(Verse two-The Game)
Aye, A 100 Karots On The Chest, I’m So True To This
Task Force Got My Vest, I Got A New Bitch
Fans Hate And Talk Shit, But I’m Too Legit
A Million Dollars At A Time, Till Im Super Rich
Pimp Squad, G-Unit, Fuck Who You Get
Ask Your Neice’s And Nephew’s, I’m The Shit
Real Niggas See The Diffrence Between You And This
Me Gettin Beat Down?, Thats Ludacris
My Name Rang From The Streets, And Slang In My Caddyville
Nigga Are You Gettin It Rodney Dangerfield?
No Respect, Im’a Bet, You Can Bet That
I Caught Some Cases, But It’s Just A Minor Set Back
And If I Have To Do Some Time, I’ll Be Right Back
With Some Thighs, And Some Tri’s And A Six Pack
We Hit The Door, Watch All The Pussy Nigga Get Back
They Know We Can Do It Like The Road, But You Ain’t With That
You Know Who Make That Track Bump, Like To Keep It Crunk
It’s Chopper’s Hit Ya Ass, You’ll With Ya Got Your Ass Stomp’d

(Chorus-Young Buck)
I Hear Him Talkin’, But He ‘Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im’a Make ‘Em Stomp
We Ain’t Playin’ Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

(Verse three-Ludacris)
Muthafucka, I’m A Monster In This Game, Similar To The Loch Ness
My Rhymes Is Nappy Rooted, Sum Verces Gotta Process
The Truth In This Booth, Ain’t No Doubt When I’m Rappin’
If I Say It, I’ve Eather Done It, Or It’s ‘Bout To Happen
When I Pull Up In The Louis Truck On 26’s, People Dumb Out
If Lifes A Crack Game, I’m Rollin’ 7’s On The Come Out
These Rapper’s Think I’m Ig-nent, Love Sayin’ My Name
Cuz Maintainin My Fish Tank, And They House, Cost The Same
Ask Me, I’d Say I Made It, And It Sure Wasn’t Luck
Cuz Hustler’s Relate To Me, And Some Are Younger Than Buck
You See I’m Married To My Music, But We Got A Prenupt
So If That Bitch Don’t Act Right, I’m Still Gettin My Cut
My Deals Never Get Screwed, My Contracts Practice Abstinence
I’m Masterin This Program, Hazin’ These Undergraduates
So, Pimpin’ Be Easy, Quit Catchin’ Feelings
Cuz You Worth A Couple Hundred Grand, And I’m Worth Millions
Nobodys Thinkin’ About You, Plus Your Beats Ain’t Legit
So Please Stay Off The T.I.P. Of My Dick

(Chorus-Young Buck)
I Hear Him Talkin’, But He ‘Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im’a Make ‘Em Stomp
We Ain’t Playin’ Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

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Steppin’ out the weekends open wide
Fill it up let’s blast the jams and ride
While we’re cruisin’ around in the street
Listen up for the party in feet

Slap me five that’s the place we’ve arrived it’s alive
Ev’rybody take it to the top we’re gonna
Stomp all night in the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right gonna
Stomp all night wanna party
Till the morning light

Runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
The set is hot there’s people wall to wall
Old ones young things short ones standing tall
So Grab the one with the smile on her face

And hit the floor and stay right on the case
The heat is on and the funk just won’t leave us alone
Ev’rybody take it to the top we’re gonna

Stomp all night in the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right gonna
Stomp all night wanna party
Till the morning light gonna

Stomp all night in the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right gonna
Stomp all night wanna party
Till the morning light

Stomp

(x 3)
Stomp step down in it put your foot
Where you feel the fit
Stomp you don’t want to quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it

(repeat – fades)
Stomp all night in the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right gonna
Stomp all night wanna party
Till the morning light

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Aaliyah

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[trick] one

[yung wun]
Y’all done fucked up now
Oh shit
Ryde or die nigga

Its yung wun with the big gun
What you gon do boy
You betta sit down boy we 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 bloody
Don’t play with the gun smoke
For the east to the west coast
Nigga get ??? no problem barry
You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home
It’s a three be like that
Tell his ass to 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 ??? be borowing from the police
Never wanna follow
And parlor (that’s shit)
And it ain’t no stoppin it
Y’all niggas from ??? ain’t lockin it

[chorus: repeat 2x]

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
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 big 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
Im from the city of caprise and them parlors 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
Them cops on put and they came to town
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 clique
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
Them cops on put and they came to town
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

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Stomp stomp stomp (forks is up forks is down) (3x)
Stomp stomp stomp (wicked clown, wicked town)

Take a look around, tell me what’cha see
You see flames and smoke, then there’s me
I’m burning houses and jumping telephone poles
They call me fireface, i’m sucking hot coals
Give me a quarter, i’ll buy a quarter worth of gas
Sneek in your house and slowly pour it in your ass
Blaze it up, you’re running around screechin scorn
Your ass is burning, your nuts pop like popcorn
And when i see you, i stomp all the flames out
Stomp your face and your ass, stomp your titties
I’ll stomp your balls, we stomp in my wicked town
Forks up and forks down, a wicked clown
I represent like a true gangbanger should
I paint the forks and k’s in your neighborhood
And when you see me, give a nod, say what up
Then walk away or i’ll stomp your fuckin mouth shut
When i’m done, i drink a couple gallons of gas
Then i stick a lighter in my ass

Yeah, so if you down with the fucking clown
Check it out!

I says stomp you say woowoo
Stomp woowoo stomp woowoo (8x)

Guess who’s coming to your big town
Jugglin jugglers jugglin jugglers (kiss the clown)
(8x)

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(michael peterson/josh leo/john bettis)

Every friday night you will find me here
Watchin” people dancin’ in a line
While i’m talking to this long neck beer
Throw me out there on the floor
I’ll show ‘em all a thing or two
Both my feet are left
Don’t know the fancy steps
Cause here’s a little dance that anyone can do

Kick off your workin’ boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don’t need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time, to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody’s getting ready to romp
Ain’t nothing” to it
Now all you gotta do is just
Stomp

Do it loose or do it tight
Do it if it takes all night
Just put both feet on the ground
Pick ‘em up and slam ‘em down
Even if you do it wrong
You’re doin” it right

Kick off your workin’ boots
Kick on that big back beat
Don’t need to do much more
Just let the music move your feet
In time, to the rhythm rock steady
Everybody’s getting ready to romp
Ain’t nothing” to it
Now all you gotta do is just
Stomp

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thank god for the weekend
now is the time
for feeling alright
come and taste the spice of life

tonight nothing matters
come and feel the groove
let it into you
you know what you’ve gotta do

every friday when my work is done now
i get my party on
i call a few friends of mine
make sure i’m looking fine
i know we’re gonna have a real good time yeah

everybody clap your hands
get up and dance
we’re gonna stomp all night now
everybody move your feet
get up and feel the beat
we’re gonna stomp all night now

all i need is the music
to get me high
feeling so alive
leaving all my cares behind
keep doing your own thing
and i’ll keep doing mine
dancing throught the night
this where i feel alright

every friday when my work is done now
i get my party on
i call a few friends of mine
make sure i’m looking fine
i know we’re gonna have a real good time yeah

everybody clap your hands
get up and dance
we’re gonna stomp all night now
everybody move your feet
get up and feel the beat
we’re gonna stomp all night now

thank god for the weekend
cos now is the time
all i need is the music
to get me high

everybody everybody
we’re gonna we’re gonna
stomp alll night now

everybody clap your hands and get up and dance we’re gonna stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp all night now

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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
Somethin’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 your 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

Chorus x4
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 newports
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
Whn 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

Chorus x4

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Artist: Young Buck f/ The Game, Ludacris

Album: Straight Outta Cashville

Song: Stomp

[Intro – Young Buck]
Uh-oooh
Young Buck
Dirty south, yeah

[Chorus – Young Buck]
I hear him talkin’ but he bout to get that ass stomp
Watch I get the club crunk, I’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 hood, sittin’ on 24s
TVs playin’, rims spinnin’, blowin’ plenty dro
Don’t have to mention, when 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 mad, I can love that
When you got love for the streets they give you love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain’t never scared
Poppin’ them thangs, I’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 strong, please don’t make us do you wrong
My click of guerillas, they got they G-Units on
All of that mean muggin’ really don’t mean nothin’
Come on take it outside, let 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-Unit, comin’ straight outta Compton,
Lace up my G-6’s and I’m A-Town stompin’
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin’ me into somethin’
Low rider out front, I’m trying to get into somethin’
Step on Banks, shoot one more time and I’mma start bustin’
Rows gold in my grill, I 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 Mya, cause 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 Yayo, he on house arrest
And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
Now, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit
Now, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Motherfucker,
I’m a monster in this game, similar to the Loch Ness
My rhymes are nappy rooted, some verses got a process
The truth in this booth, ain’t no doubts when I’m rappin’
If I say it I’ve either done it, or 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 ignorant, love saying my name
Cause maintainin’ my fish tank and they house cost the same
Ask me, I’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 music, but we got a prenup
So if that bitch don’t act right I’m still gettin’ my cut
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I’m masterin’ this program, hazin’ 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]

Stomp (Letra)

Aaron Carter

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Let it out, the weekend’s on the mind
Fill it up, lets blast the jam tonight
While we£ee cruisin around, (cruise those streets)
Lets listen up for the party beat
So slap the funk now, beats me around tonight

Everybody take it to the top
We£ee gonna stomp all night
In the neighbourhood, don£g it feel alright
Gonna stomp, all night
Wanna party, till the morning light

STOMP!

Band is hot, there£f people wall to wall,
Old ones, young things, short ones standing tall!
Grab the groove with smiling faces
Hit the harbours, ride all places
The heat is on, and the funk won£g leave us alone

Everybody take it to the top.
We£ee gonna stomp all night
In the neighbourhood, don£g it feel alright
Gonna stomp, all night
Wanna party, till the morning light
Gonna stomp, all night
In the neighbourhood, don£g it feel alright
Gonna stomp, all night
Wanna party, till the morning light

STOMP!

Let£f get funky
Stomp step down with it
put your feet where you feel they fit
Stomp, you don£g wanna quit
Put your heels with your feet and lift
Stomp step down with it
put your feet where you feel they fit
Stomp, you don£g wanna quit.
Put your heels with your feet and lift

Stomp all night
In the neighbourhood, don£g it feel alright
Gonna stomp, all night
Wanna party, till the morning light
Gonna stomp, all night
In the neighbourhood, don£g it feel alright
Gonna stomp, all night
Wanna party, till the morning light

Stomp all night
In the neighbourhood, don£g it feel alright
Gonna stomp, all night
Wanna party, till the morning light

Stomp step down with it
put your feet where you feel they fit
Stomp, you don£g wanna quit
Put your heels with your feet and lift
Stomp step down with it
put your feet where you feel they fit
Stomp, you don£g wanna quit.
Put your heels with your feet and lift
STOMP!

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