Stomp (Original Version)

[Intro: Young Buck]

Uh ohhhhh, Young Buck

Dirty South, yeahhh

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp

Do it like them dirty South boys do and stomp

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I'm Caddillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's

T.V's playin, rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty dro

Don't have to mention, when you pimpin', you get plenty hoes

It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or you gon' get yo' dough

I know I got these haters mad, I can love that

When you got love for the streets, they give ya' love back

Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared

Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere

If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin' on?

Security better back up, when they play this song

And we 'bout fifty strong, please don't make us do you wrong

My clique of guerrillas, they got they G-Unit's on

All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthing

C'mon take it outside, lemme see sumthin

Wha-wha-wha-what now?

Don't get bu-bu-bu-buck'd down

Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp

Do it like them dirty South boys do and stomp

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Aye, a 100 karats on the chest, I'm so true to this

Task force got my vest, I got a new bitch

Fans hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit

A million dollars at a time, 'till I'm super rich

Pimp Squad, G-Unit, fuck who you get

Ask your nieces and nephews, I'm the shit

Real niggas see the difference between you and this

Me gettin' beat down? That's ludicrous

My name rang from the streets, and slang in Mechanicsville

Nigga are you gettin' it Rodney Dangerfield?

No respect, I'ma vet, you can bet that

I caught some cases, but it's just a minor set back

And if I have to do some time, I'll be right back

With some thighs, and some tri's and a six pack

We hit the door, watch all the pussy nigga get back

They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that

You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk

This chopper hit ya ass, you'll wish ya got your ass stomped

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp

Do it like them dirty South boys do and stomp

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

Muthafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the loch ness

My rhymes is nappy rooted, sum verses gotta process

The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'

If I say it, I've either done it, or it's 'bout to happen

When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's, people dumb out

If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out

These rapper's think I'm ig-nant, love sayin' my name

Cause maintaining my fish tank, and they house, cost the same

Ask me, I'd say I made it, and it sure wasn't luck

Cause hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than Buck

You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenup

So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut

My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence

I'm masterin this program, hazin' these undergraduates

So pimpin' Be Easy, quit catchin' feelings

Cause you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions,

Nobody's thinkin' 'bout you, plus your beef ain't legit

So please stay off the T.I.P. of my di-ahhhhhh

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp

We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp

Do it like them dirty South boys do and stomp

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off