Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stomp, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Tunnel of Love, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.1996
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Stomp |
Dip. |
bitch. |
bitch. |
dip |
Switch. |
hips. |
lick. |
lips |
Miss. twist. |
quick. |
flip |
Then. |
stomp. |
then. |
stomp |
Geah! |
Let’s get ready to bounce y’all |
Let’s do it |
I’m so low on fitteds, rose gold show was glittered |
The blue was down, Juvenile, «Slow Motion» with it |
The slow flow is vivid, yo whoa ho I live it |
Oh no, throw bows, pros go low and dip it |
You know how R twerk, I hit the bar first |
For a bottle on a model tryin to converse |
Ho in the back tryin to get out her bra shirt |
And pin a broad against the wall like some art work (whoa) |
Huh, but I rolled up in a Beamer |
Damn near frozen to my sneakers like I rolled up out the freezer (ice) |
Plus you ain’t never seen a soldier on a skeezer |
That make the same chick dip it lower than Christina |
Stomp, stomp, nigga front, stomp 'em out |
Dip switch lick, that’s what the song is about |
Get ya condoms out, yes it’s time to slide |
Mom hot, parkin lot, girl get inside the ride |
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp |
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp |
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) |
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp |
Yeah, I don’t think y’all understand the true meaning of this song |
Let me make it a little clearer for y’all |
Yo |
This that get it girl, twist and twirl move behind her |
This that brush down your Gucci, Louis, new Gabbana |
This that Luke baby move lady choose the grinder |
This that 2 Live Crew, I need a «Hoochie Mama» |
I’m just sickenin and gifted listen this Dip is the one |
Six minutes, spit it, shit it, dig it, I did it for fun |
I that nigga who comes, check and see ya ex and skeet |
Can’t remember me cause I stay on the tip of her tongue |
I make the bitches bounce, pop a duck get 'em found |
Cop a Dutch, split a ounce, chop and cut big amounts |
I’m in the Switzerland, aqua Swiss, Swiss accounts |
Without a deal still my pockets like Swiss account |
I eat mobsters for lunch, feed 'em rockets and pumps |
Get it shot, listen ock play 'Pac if you want |
I’m Cadillac scrap that’s my top in the trunk |
No cover gutter brother the color’s tropical punch |
I’m 'bout it 'bout it, crowd the houses and drought with some O’s |
About the foulest cal for cowards I crouch and reload |
A patty waggy ask ya catty I style on them hoes |
From nasty natty Cakalacky a mouth full of gold |
I’m a nuisance you slut, get ya coupe full of guts |
Front stunt, all you want, chump ain’t stupid enough |
He’ll get hit split shit tryin to prove it to us |
I sip sizzurp and keep Crunk Juice in my cup |
I’m about getting straight some type houses estate |
Your wife countin my cake, her nice mouth on my snake |
Watch surrounded by flakes, boy and these rocks are annoyin |
I can’t keep 'em outta my face, uhh |
Who’s as icy as me, shit I ice sickle T’s |
It’s nothing for the stunt and turn your wife to a ski |
My chain hang and man she delighted to see |
A hundred karats, faggot, wrist full of vitamin D |
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp |
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp |
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) |
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp |