The Stomp Lyrics by Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Stomp Lyrics

    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

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