Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stomp Da Roach, artist - U-God. Album song Best Of..., in the genre Танцевальная музыкаDate of issue: 10.02.2011
Record label: Dim Mak Records
Song language: English
Stomp Da Roach |
| It’s the Sasquatch, the Jackpot |
| The roach killer, that’s what we do |
| You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards |
| We ain’t tripping, read the sentence |
| The Gods got it locked like up on Main in San Quentin |
| You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed |
| Walking round like Deebo, 'cause you slight built |
| It’s a dirty job, we get it popping hard |
| We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras |
| And ain’t nobody mad, it just we got it bad |
| Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab |
| Vacuum packed, concealed, no room for breath |
| I grip a mic, it’s Five Fingers of Death |
| So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? |
| When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on |
| And on the O’Jay’s like Christopher Pawns |
| And eat with the beast, in the valley of death |
| Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left |
| Stomp out a roach with the D-Con breath |
| All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo |
| Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on |
| Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on |
| You can run on, and start ducking and dodging |
| I pluck you, crush you right between the margin |
| I’m the drill sergeant, I’m the boric acid |
| The black flag nigga, the bio hazard |
| The economist of the bio standard |
| And he sprayed the mist on them flies that landed |
| And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but |
| I’m shaking roaches off my shoes and socks |
| Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box |
| Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks |
| Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops |
| Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block |
| 'Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach |
| They known to leech off people for, years and years |
| They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas' ears |
| They set up shops in apartments and projects |
| Bold enough to roll up on, any object |
| Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off |
| They fight for the crumbs that’s on my table cloth |
| They keep they antennas up, the signals strong |
| They got the neighborhood bugged |
| That’s how they survived so long |
| Immune to combats and household raids |
| Like informants that’s living off, government aid |
| We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays |
| Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays |
| Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat |
| Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap |
| A small time nigga, who didn’t have a clue |
| It take a million of y’all just to fill up my shoe |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know |
| Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know |
| How long till you get me off the hook? |
| For old time’s sake I can’t do it, Sally |
| Don’t ever take sides with anyone, against the family again ever |