Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stomp Thru , by - Smif-N-Wessun. Song from the album The Album, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |