Testo Stomp - Three 6 Mafia
Testo della canzone Stomp (Three 6 Mafia), tratta dall'album The End
Voices in them trees
These are the things that help me vision these evil most things
Me and DJ Paul, we got the hook up, finna go stick
Me on the passenger side, loc took a slight peek through the window
Something's creepin' up slow, it was this Lotus driven by this ho
So I'm sippin' on me Rémy, hopin' it won't cross my roadies attention
Not only was you in it, yet another nigga drivin'
Paul stopped the car, said: "Won't you buck 'em rough, Koopsta?"
Shirt, I know ya hurt, take them birches back, take 'em back with them slugs
Sad to see you gone, son, teflons in your creds
Mister caught 'em in dreads, yeah, Koopsta got 'em scared
Want prophitin' shit see that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick, I'll drop you in a splunder, cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmer, biatch
Come, come, who the fuck, they want some
Niggas want to jump, jump, get you make a pump, pump
Scarecrow, me shall bump, bump off a nigga fakin'
Go into a rage and bitches tremble and shakin'
Rump rump shakin', Mafioso rude boy
Me will act a fool, boy, me don't give a damn if you're fuckin' red or blue boy
Cut 'em by the waistline, flowin' on this bassline
Lord Infamous don't waste time when me gotta get mine
You know what I want, why you usin' the guessin'?
Storm on this bitch like some New Year's confetti
Astronomical Triple six ride space on top of asteroids
Comin' to rip up the shore, we kill all the folks, don't act a fool, boy
Stomp, motherfucker, stomp, motherfucker, stomp
(Don't stop shootin' their ass-) (shoot his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Don't stop shootin' their ass-) (shoot his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Don't stop shootin' their ass-) (shoot his ass do-down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Don't stop shootin' their ass-) (shoot his ass do-down to the concrete)
How long ago? Deep in the North where niggas stay drunk and smoke Newports
From Marble Street with all of my peeps, I used to scratch and program beats
I made a mix with real deep bass at Northside High, be slangin' tapes
DJ'ing this shit, tryna make it and shit, totin' they speakers and stack they crates
Studio G was the place to be
Where all jocks were tryin' to get the chance to get on the tables and spin
A fool kept tryin', I never could quit, the club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we called
When niggas got buck in a circle and danced and dared a fool to slip and fall
We tore up the club and showed no love, just throwin' our fists and gettin' real buck
They might been fight later on the night 'cause Memphis players don't give a fuck
Security jumped, we smack the punks for throwin' us out for smokin' a blunt
The number one song had just came on
And now it's time to fuckin' stomp, fuckin' stomp
Three, six in the motherfuckin' house, fizzinna peel yo
Motherfuckin' skin back, it's the fuckin' steelo
On your fuckin' ass, we can't brag 'cause we comin' up
Robbers on my ass, should I blast? 'Cause they runnin' up
Maybe it's my friend, but then them friends will turn too, yo
With the SIG Sauer nine, boy, I come to kick doors
I stick those bitches in my trunk, and now we back to my hood
The one on the left ain't die yet, but he wishin' he would
Wasn't in the mood for this buck shit
But these niggas just had to creep, and boy, they stupid as it
I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out to the club, we gotta get 'em up
Triple six and Prophet Posse, y'all know we makin' 'em stomp
Stomp, motherfucker, stomp, motherfucker, stomp
(Don't stop shootin' their ass-) (shoot his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Don't stop shootin' their ass-) (shoot his ass down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Don't stop shootin' their ass-) (shoot his ass do-down to the concrete)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Don't stop shootin' their ass-) (shoot his ass do-down to the concrete)
(Shoot h-, shoot, shoot his ass, shoot h-, shoot, shoot his ass)
I'ma start busting his ass
(Shoot h-, shoot, shoot his ass, shoot h-, shoot, shoot his ass)
I'ma start busting his ass
(Shoot h-, shoot, shoot his ass, shoot h-, shoot, shoot his ass)
I'ma start busting his ass
Blow him them weak motherfuckers in the past
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Writer(s): David Darnell Brown, Paul D. Beauregard, Christopher Brian Bridges, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
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