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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

Somethin`s 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

It`s the coulda me dree z`s

Koopsta got em` stee

Make prophet me

See that`s 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

Get`cha 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 don`t give a damn

If your fuckin` red or blue boy

Couldn`t 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 portch

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` i`m not goin` to quit

The club was packed from wall to wall

The gangsta walk is what we call

Whn niggas are buckin`

I`m still gonna dance

The third a fool

Let`s 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 don`t 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 it`s time to fuckin` stomp



Juicy`s in the motherfuckin` house

It`s the peel yo

Motherfuckin` stand back

It`s they fuckin` steelo

On your fuckin` ass

We can`t fuckin` brag

Cause we comin` up

Robbers on my ass

Should I blast

Cause they runnin` up

Maybe it`s my premadin`

No present turn to yo

With the sayin`

Saw your nine

Boy I call that kick door

I stick those

Bitches in my trunk

And now we back to my hood

Don`t want the left they die yet

But he wishin` he would

Wasn`t 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

Ya`ll know we make em` stomp



Chorus x4

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

Somethin`s 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

It`s the coulda me dree z`s

Koopsta got em` stee

Make prophet me

See that`s 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

Get`cha 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 don`t give a damn

If your fuckin` red or blue boy

Couldn`t 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 portch

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` i`m not goin` to quit

The club was packed from wall to wall

The gangsta walk is what we call

Whn niggas are buckin`

I`m still gonna dance

The third a fool

Let`s 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 don`t 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 it`s time to fuckin` stomp



Juicy`s in the motherfuckin` house

It`s the peel yo

Motherfuckin` stand back

It`s they fuckin` steelo

On your fuckin` ass

We can`t fuckin` brag

Cause we comin` up

Robbers on my ass

Should I blast

Cause they runnin` up

Maybe it`s my premadin`

No present turn to yo

With the sayin`

Saw your nine

Boy I call that kick door

I stick those

Bitches in my trunk

And now we back to my hood

Don`t want the left they die yet

But he wishin` he would

Wasn`t 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

Ya`ll know we make em` stomp



Chorus x4

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