Lyric The Stomp
Intro
Sing the song, sing along with me
Sing the song, sing the song with me
Verse 1
When I m with you baby, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, [slurp], taste the shit
[Slurp], taste it again, I like it
[Rrr] I m the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream s my specialty
when I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol mad funky flow
Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco
Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
baby baby, I can t stop
Wu, gots ta like come on through
Soo, that s the call for the Wu
I came here to rectify
BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify
Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
Man, fuck that
Shit, that I make it s the skit
I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya 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
[laughter] Gimme dat
Verse 2
Who s the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you wanna get up and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you s a gangsta, on the boards I ll bang ya
Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I ll hang ya
You ll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
That a true nigga shall come through
No-one is available to be compatible
This is chamber number 9, verse 32
is what we call The Stomp
[Stomp]
The stomp is down [Stomp]
Get down for your crown [Stomp]
Stomp [Stomp]
[ODB]
Verse 3
Brothas always playin with the microphone
When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] 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
[Grruh] Any nigga or niggerette
Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
Straight up and down, I don t play around
Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y all
Go by the name Big A, from the shelter
Sing the song, sing along with me
Sing the song, sing the song with me
Verse 1
When I m with you baby, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, [slurp], taste the shit
[Slurp], taste it again, I like it
[Rrr] I m the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream s my specialty
when I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol mad funky flow
Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco
Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
baby baby, I can t stop
Wu, gots ta like come on through
Soo, that s the call for the Wu
I came here to rectify
BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify
Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
Man, fuck that
Shit, that I make it s the skit
I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya 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
[laughter] Gimme dat
Verse 2
Who s the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you wanna get up and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you s a gangsta, on the boards I ll bang ya
Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I ll hang ya
You ll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
That a true nigga shall come through
No-one is available to be compatible
This is chamber number 9, verse 32
is what we call The Stomp
[Stomp]
The stomp is down [Stomp]
Get down for your crown [Stomp]
Stomp [Stomp]
[ODB]
Verse 3
Brothas always playin with the microphone
When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] 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
[Grruh] Any nigga or niggerette
Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
Straight up and down, I don t play around
Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y all
Go by the name Big A, from the shelter
