Текст песни Young Buck f The Game, Ludacris - Stomp
Young Buck f The Game, Ludacris - Stomp слова песни
[Intro - Young Buck]Uh-ohYoung BuckDirty south, yeah[Chorus - Young Buck]I hear him talkin` but he bout to get that ass stompWatch I get the club crunk, I`mma make him stompWe ain`t playin`, wanna front? Get that ass stompDo it like them dirty south boys do and stompNow where you from? Who the boss? I`mma break him offWhere you from? Who the boss? Let me break him offNow where you from? Who the boss? I`mma break him offWhere you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off[Young Buck]I`m Cadillac`in through the hood, sittin` on 24sTVs playin`, rims spinnin`, blowin` plenty droDon`t have to mention, when you pimpin` you get plenty hosIt`s all on you if you gon` trick or you gon` get your doughI know I got these haters mad, I can love thatWhen you got love for the streets they give you love backLook in my eyes, you can tell I ain`t never scaredPoppin` them thangs, I`m rockin` my chain anywhereIf you gon` represent your hood what you waitin` on?Security better back up when they play this songAnd we `bout fifty strong, please don`t make us do you wrongMy click of guerillas, they got they G-Units onAll of that mean muggin` really don`t mean nothin`Come on take it outside, let me see somethin`Wha-wha-wha-what now? Don`t get bu-bu-bucked downStop all this hatin` or this club gon` get shu-shut downNow where you from? Who the boss? I`mma break him offWhere you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off[Chorus][The Game]G-G-G-Unit, comin` straight outta Compton,Lace up my G-6`s and I`m A-Town stompin`Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump inCause Luda and Young Buck always gettin` me into somethin`Low rider out front, I`m trying to get into somethin`Step on Banks, shoot one more time and I`mma start bustin`Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouthAnd a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty-dirty southI wasn`t tryin` to get the cover of the Double XLJust tryin` to fuck Mya, cause Dre said sex sellsDon`t be mad at the rocks in my fuckin` chainDon`t be mad cause your bitch chose Buck and GameYou see the logo tatted on my neckThe same one I`m autographin` on the chestPut your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on house arrestAnd on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit WestNow, stomp, G-G-G-G-UnitNow, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit[Chorus][Ludacris]Motherfucker,I`m a monster in this game, similar to the Loch NessMy rhymes are nappy rooted, some verses got a processThe truth in this booth, ain`t no doubts when I`m rappin`If I say it I`ve either done it, or it`s `bout to happenWhen I pull up in the Louis truck on 26s people dumb outIf lifes a crack game I`m rolling sevens on the come outThese rappers think I`m ignorant, love saying my nameCause maintainin` my fish tank and they house cost the sameAsk me, I`d say I made it and it sure wasn`t luckBecause hustlers relate to me and some are younger than BuckYou see I`m married to my music, but we got a prenupSo if that bitch don`t act right I`m still gettin` my cutMy deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinenceI`m masterin` this program, hazin` these undergraduatesSo pimpin` "Be Easy", quit catchin` feelingsCause you worth a couple hundred-grand and I`m worth millionsNobodys thinkin` bout you plus your beef ain`t legitSo please stay off the "T.I.P." of my dick[Chorus]