Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stomp Thru, artist - Smif-N-Wessun. Album song The Album, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2007
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Stomp Thru |
When Smif N Wessun preforms it’s guns out |
Not Daryl Simmons but D Ace I runs house |
Smack earth, wind and fire out niggas who run mouth |
Streets cold like the winter, birds gone fly south |
Put your kids in a corner like time out |
Look nigga, I don’t give two fucks what you rhyme 'bout |
All your boring war stories, your shorty’s, your lyin' 'bout |
Get you all up in the hallway your body is lying now |
Nigga, we dough getters |
Ho' hitters, you got to feel us |
Cocksuckers |
You know why? |
We gorillas |
Spot rushers, head busters |
The flow so vicious, you motherfuckers made you can’t touch us |
Gun holster on my shoulder |
Money folder, bank stopper |
Brand dropper, six thrower |
Louie rocker, bottle of clicq' popper |
And for the green card I get your ass laced proper |
See me, I ain’t got ta' |
Introduce myself I’m the bank stopper |
Win the dice game proper |
7−1-8 Partna' |
The zip code, where the fifth flows, a clip load |
At your kinfolk, get dough, no info |
For the price though, we gutter we don’t talk |
Leave it on the streets like skellyboards and old chalk |
These things on our waist somehow give us a cold heart |
The closest thing to a Benz in my hood was a go-kart |
We’re gonna stomp through |
Any hood we feel like stomping through |
Dump, on anyone of you |
Just say you want it who? |
We from the swamps |
Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true |
But we ain’t who you wanna run into |
We’re gonna stomp through |
Any hood we feel like stomping through |
Dump, on anyone of you |
Just say you want it who? |
We from the swamps |
Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true |
But we ain’t who you wanna run into |
Nope |
The hammer come with a coola' |
That might slam into your medulla |
It’s bug what I do for the love of Karim the ruler |
Showed me maneuvers I use the Ruger to shoot ya |
For snoozing I leave you losers behind a pool of manure |
Do ya just like Medusa, body stiff not moving ya |
Your mommy sitting boo hooin' |
Your boo is screwin' a new friend |
You and your crew gonna need more than a deuce deuce to move in |
Got guns like Bruce Bruce on heavy metal music |
You’re kinda young so just let me learn you |
That I keep a 40. underneath the thermal |
And a leather pair of stowaway gloves |
So it’s, no prints, no bodies, no judge |
And that means no case no charges |
You an atheist if you don’t fuck with the god |
And I turn stacks, thousands from pennies |
Coppin' PRP jeans right from |
And I cop bottles of E&J from right from Richie |
Liquor store, get a whore then go pipe her silly |
In a room for like 50 dollars |
No we not doing dinner at no Benihana’s |
I just ordered chicken, holla |
Ma I’m so gutter, no sister, no brother |
One mother, no father, no problem, oh brother |
Y’all gonna jump me again? |
Let’s do it bitch |
Cuz like the only thing running is my nose when I’m sick |
We’re gonna stomp through |
Any hood we feel like stomping through |
Dump, on anyone of you |
Just say you want it who? |
We from the swamps |
Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true |
But we ain’t who you wanna run into |
We’re gonna stomp through |
Any hood we feel like stomping through |
Dump, on anyone of you |
Just say you want it who? |
We from the swamps |
Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true |
But we ain’t who you wanna run into |
Nope |