The Stomp

Lyrics

[Intro] All the niggas in the party, well, party along with me Sing the song, sing the song with me [Verse 1] La-la-la-lady, tell me why, tell me so I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit Taste it again, I like it I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty When I go, "Dun-dun-dun-dun," girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that old mad funky flow Not sayin Ason, duck-duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip-hop Baby, baby, I can't stop Wu gots like come on through Soo, that's the call for the Wu I came here to rectify Brooklyn Zu terrify And why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap? Man, fuck that Hits that I make is the shit I wanna see you up in the air, can you dig it? Let's sing the song Come on, party people, all in together now, sing along Have you ever, ever, ever in your long legged life Had a bald-headed bitch for your bald-headed wife? [Interlude] Give me that [Verse 2] Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound? If you wanna jump up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangster, on the ball-strap hanger Fuck with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang you You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two Only speaks about Brooklyn Zu That a true nigga shall come through No one is available to be compatible [Interlude] Yo, this chamber number nine, verse thirty-two is what we call the stomp Stomp (The stomp is down) Stomp (Get down for your crown, Brooklyn shit, ho) Stomp (Keep a— down for his crown) Stomp Stomp (Stomp, go, go) Stomp [Verse 3] Brothers always playin' with the microphone When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone You couldn't touch, this style is too much It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch About any nigga or niggerette Get burned to the ground, feel like a cigarette Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground Rhymin' get me paid mad bread by the pound Shoutout to my crew, tight as a belt, y'all Go by the name Big A from the shelter