Stompin' And Pimpin'

[Featuring MJG] 

[EightBall] 

Let it loose 

Mature content 

Here we come again bitch  in your mothafuckin' face 

EightBall and M J fuckin' G rippin' up the place 

Comin' out hard  like I told you I was gonna do 

At the Marriott  lettin' your hoe do what she want to do 

Not because I paid her  or made her 

Nigga who  you think I be a trick and give my money up? 

Uh 

No  no  I got game for a hoe 

Baggets and combo 

In a wooded out Tahoe 

Murder niggaz 

Cane slangin', gang bangin' 

Hand language got my mind twisted and tangled 

I remember walkin' up and down Orange Mound 

Memphis Tenn, that's my mothafuckin' stompin' ground 

Made it out, givin' back, bustin' dope raps 

You can't run, in every neighborhood they bustin' caps 

Country niggaz, tinted out, gettin' fucked up 

The wrong move will get your whole crew fucked up 

I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this 

You criticize this, bitch, I gotta live this 

So i keep my pen, and I keep my 4-5th 

Light a spliff, nigga me and G comin' through 

Chrous 

Stompin', Pimpin' 

You can't fuck with this 

Stompin', Pimpin' 

Ain't no competition 

Stompin', Pimpin' 

We the shit nigga 

Stompin', Pimpin' 

Bitch come and get some 

[MJG] 

We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin' 

Shit I'm doin' it, you couldn't 

Hell, Suave House got it locked down 

Nigga, you shouldn't, even try 

To fuck with M-J should I pimp this for excersize 

Woman, I don't want your pussy, now rest your thighs 

No testin' eyes, stays on my be	's and you's and D's 

I got my P-H-T-D 

Pimp hoes to death in '83 

Memories they rollin' over 

dick riders, keep me focused 

Huh, what you say bro, you ain't' know this 

Get off the ground, now you know this 

And bitch, shut up talkin' to me with that same old, 

Say, say, like a, can I touch your braids, and a, can I see you 

shades? 

Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws? 

Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch 

Go suck some balls 

Ain't no stoppin' us 

Niggaz, you need to realize, quickly 

Fuck you, if you, niggaz ain't with me 

Cool ass teacher 

Comin' out your bitch house, limpin', nigga 

Stompin', pimpin' 

Chorus 

[EightBall] 

Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones 

Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real funds 

Hood cats, who only fuck with hood rats 

Blunt rollin' hoes, holdin' on to daddy's sack 

Stashin' gats, if I ask, she gon' let it loose 

I practiced tellin' hoes everything but the truth 

Stay away from funky niggaz, cause they turn to thieves 

On my knees, meditatin' smokin' trees 

Shootin' game, with hard core rap agility 

Cross the globe with my southern mackability 

Black fat nigga all about my green stack nigga, we pack nigga 

This ain't no act nigga 

Chorus 

Come and get some 

98, these weak niggaz death date 

Bitch come and get some 

Yeah 

Uh, uh 

Make it funky for 'em 

Play it back one time 

Straight Stompin', Pimpin'' 

Space Age forever 

What you say? 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

What you say? 

Let me ride, for my real niggaz 

Uh 

Yeah 

EightBall the fat mack (one time) 

And MJG 

Space Age forever 

Suave House nigga 

Suave House nigga 

Suave House nigga 

Suave House nigga 

Know what I'm talkin' about? 

Um 

Keep it goin' baby 

Um 

Split one 

Fill it up 

Roll it up 

Spark it up (fire it up) 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

Smoke with me 

Smoke with me 

Get high with me 

Nigga ride with me 

Bitch come and get some