| Was this in them trees
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| These are the things
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| They held me vision
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| Seein’more things
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| Me and DJ Paul
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| We got the hook off
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| We gon’stee
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| We gon’play socidal to go slappin’through thy window
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| Somethin’s creepin’up slow
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| It was a Lodus
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| Read about a hoe
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| Some sippin’on the women
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| Who gon’want to cross my fules, attention
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| Not only was you weak
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| Need another nigga drivin'
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| I stop the car
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| Said do you want to buck em'
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| Rough Koopsta
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| Shirt I knew your hurt
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| Take the bridge back
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| Take a bag with them slugs
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| Sentence see your gone son
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| Devils in your Chris
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| It’s the coulda me dree z’s
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| Koopsta got em’stee
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| Make prophet me See that’s what you get for talkin’shit
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| Trick I drop you in the splunder
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| Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch
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| Come, come who the fuck
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| They want some
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| Niggas want to jump, jump
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| Get’cha make ya pump, Paul
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| Still gon’miss ya bump, bump
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| Off a nigga fakin'
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| Goin’to a richin'
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| Bitches turn to shaken
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| Mafioso rule by And he will act a fool
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| when he don’t give a damn
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| If your fuckin’red or blue boy
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| Couldn’t buy the wet slide
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| Goin’on this best lide
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| Lord Infamous done with tight
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| When me gotta get mine
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| You know what I want
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| But do Koopsta gets it Storm on this bitch
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| Like some new used confetti
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| Astronomical Triple 6
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| Writes space on top of astroids
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| Comin’to rip up the shore
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| We killin’the fool
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| So act a fool boy
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| Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
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| (lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
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| How long gon’go deep
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| In the North
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| When niggas stay drunk
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| And smoke on your portch
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| From on my streets
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| Wit all only peeps
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| I used to scratch
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| And throw down beats
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| I made a mix
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| With real deep bass
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| The noise I had to be slangin’tapes
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| DJ in this shit try to make that shit
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| Tone be speakers that stack they crates
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| Studio 9 was the place to be Where all jocks were tryin’to get
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| The chance get on the tape
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| Bein’a fool
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| Keep tryin’i’m not goin’to quit
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| The club was packed from wall to wall
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| The gangsta walk is what we call
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| Whn niggas are buckin'
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| I’m still gonna dance
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| The third a fool
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| Let’s look if all
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| We took the club
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| And show no love
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| Just throw in our face
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| And gettin’refunds
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| They might wanna fight
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| Later on the night
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| Cause Memphis playas don’t give a fuck
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| Security junk
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| We smack the punks
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| For throwin’us out
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| For smokin’a blunt
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| The number ones on It just cam on And now it’s time to fuckin’stomp
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| Juicy’s in the motherfuckin’house
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| It’s the peel yo Motherfuckin’stand back
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| It’s they fuckin’steelo
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| On your fuckin’ass
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| We can’t fuckin’brag
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| Cause we comin’up
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| Robbers on my ass
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| Should I blast
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| Cause they runnin’up
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| Maybe it’s my premadin'
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| No present turn to yo With the sayin'
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| Saw your nine
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| Boy I call that kick door
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| I stick those
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| Bitches in my trunk
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| And now we back to my hood
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| Don’t want the left they die yet
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| But he wishin’he would
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| Wasn’t in the mood
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| For this bunk shit
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| But these niggas had to creep
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| That boy they stupid
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| I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
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| And now we out the club
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| We gotta get em’up
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| Triple 6 and Prophet Posse
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| Ya’ll know we make em’stomp |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stomp , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album The End, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп