- Three 6 Mafia Stomp 歌詞
- Three 6 Mafia
- Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein more things
Me and dj paul
We got the hook off
We gon stee
We gon play socidal to go slappin through thy window
Somethins creepin up slow
It was a lodus
Read about a hoe
Some sippin on the women
Who gon want to cross my fules, attention
Not only was you weak
Need another nigga drivin
I stop the car
Said do you want to buck em
Rough koopsta
Shirt i knew your hurt
Take the bridge back
Take a bag with them slugs
Sentence see your gone son
Devils in your chris
Its the coulda me dree zs
Koopsta got em stee
Make prophet me
See thats what you get for talkin shit
Trick i drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like jerry springer biatch
Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas want to jump, jump
Getcha make ya pump, paul
Still gon miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin
Goin to a richin
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
And he will act a fool
When he dont give a damn
If your fuckin red or blue boy
Couldnt buy the wet slide
Goin on this best lide
Lord infamous done with tight
When me gotta get mine
You know what i want
But do koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
Like some new used confetti
Astronomical triple 6
Writes space on top of astroids
Comin to rip up the shore
We killin the fool
So act a fool boy
Chorus x4
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
How long gon go deep
In the north
When niggas stay drunk
And smoke on your newports
From on my streets
Wit all only peeps
I used to scratch
And throw down beats
I made a mix
With real deep bass
The noise i had to be slangin tapes
Dj in this shit try to make that shit
Tone be speakers that stack they crates
Studio 9 was the place to be
Where all jocks were tryin to get
The chance get on the tape
Bein a fool
Keep tryin im not goin to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
Whn niggas are buckin
Im still gonna dance
The third a fool
Lets look if all
We took the club
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettin refunds
They might wanna fight
Later on the night
Cause memphis playas dont give a fuck
Security junk
We smack the punks
For throwin us out
For smokin a blunt
The number ones on
It just cam on
And now its time to fuckin stomp
Juicys in the motherfuckin house
Its the peel yo
Motherfuckin stand back
Its they fuckin steelo
On your fuckin ass
We cant fuckin brag
Cause we comin up
Robbers on my ass
Should i blast
Cause they runnin up
Maybe its my premadin
No present turn to yo
With the sayin
Saw yournine
Boy i call that kick door
I stick those
Bitches in my trunk
And now we back to my hood
Dont want the left they die yet
But he wishin he would
Wasnt in the mood
For this bunk shit
But these niggas had to creep
That boy they stupid
I sit, i leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out the club
We gotta get em up
Triple 6 and prophet posse
Yall know we make em stomp
Chorus x4
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