Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stomp (Dirty), artist - PackFM. Album song Stomp - Single, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.04.2005
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Stomp (Dirty) |
| Sing the song, sing along with me |
| Sing the song, sing the song with me |
| Lelele lady, tell me why, tell me so |
| I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low |
| So I go low,, taste the shit |
| , taste it again, I like it |
| I’m the original G-O-D |
| Making young ladies scream’s my specialty |
| When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype |
| From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped |
| When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow |
| Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco |
| Or disco duck, strictly hip hop |
| Baby baby, I can’t stop |
| Wu, gots like come on through |
| Soo, that’s the call for the Wu |
| I came here to rectify |
| BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify |
| Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap |
| Man, fuck that |
| Shit, that I make it’s the skit |
| I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it |
| Let’s sing the song |
| Come on party people, all in together now, sing along |
| Have you ever ever ever |
| In your long legged life |
| Had a bald headed bitch |
| For your bald headed wife |
| Gimme dat |
| Who’s the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town |
| And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound |
| If you wanna jump up and get fucked up |
| Last nigga got up and got shot up |
| But you’s a gangsta, on the boards I’ll bang ya |
| Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I’ll hang ya |
| You’ll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped |
| I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop |
| Chamber number 9, verse 32 |
| Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO |
| That a true nigga shall come through |
| No-one is available to be compatible |
| This is chamber number 9, verse 32 |
| Is what we call The Stomp |
| Raekwon |
| The stomp is down |
| Get down for your crown |
| Stomp |
| Brothas always playin with the microphone |
| When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone |
| You couldn’t touch, this style is too much |
| It’s the rhymer, I don’t give a crippled crab crutch |
| About any nigga or niggerette |
| Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette |
| Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground |
| Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound |
| Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y’all |
| Go by the name Big A, from the shelter |