키: Eb major
Verse 1
E
Was this in them trees
These are the things
C#m
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
E
We got the hook off
C#m
We gon' stee
We gon' play socidal to go slappin'
through thy window
Somethin's creepin' up slow
D
It was a Lodus
E
Read about a hoe
Some sippin' on the women
Who gon' want to cross my fules,
attention
Not only was you weak
C#m
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
E
Take a bag with them slugs
Sentence see your gone son
Devils in your Chris
It's the coulda me dree z's
C#m
Koopsta got em' stee
Make prophet me
See that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
D
Cut you up like Jerry Springer
E
biatch
Verse 2
Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
C#m
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
E
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
And he will act a fool
when he don't give a damn
D
C#m
If your fuckin' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best lide
Lord Infamous done with tight
E
When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
C#m
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
C#
Verse 3
Chorus x4
Stomp motherfucker,
Am
stomp motherfucker, stomp
Am
D
(lay at,
move his ass
down to the pump)
C#m
How long gon' go
Verse 4
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
E
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
C#m
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
D
Let's look if all
E
We took the club
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettin' refunds
They might want to fight
Later on the night
Cause Memphis playas don't give a fuck
C#m
Security junk
We smack the punks
For throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt
The number ones on
It just cam on
D
And now it's time to fuckin' stomp
E
Juicy's in the motherfuckin'
Verse 5
house
It's the peel yo
Motherfuckin' stand back
It's they fuckin' steelo
C#m
On your fuckin' ass
We can't fuckin' brag
Cause we comin' up
Robbers on my ass
Should I blast
Cause they runnin' up
E
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
C#m
Bitches in my trunk
And now we back to my hood
Don't want the left they die yet
But he wishin' he would
D
E
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
C#m
And now we out the club
We gotta get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet Posse
C#
Am
Ya'll know we
Am
D
make em' stomp
Outro 1
Chorus x4
D
E
C#m
E
D
C#m
E
C#m
D
E
C#m
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