Stomp - Murphy Lee, King Jacob, Prentiss Church

Uhh, King Jacob

Yeah, Fala Beats

Murph, Durph, ohh (Derrty E.N.T.)

We all we got

My niggas we gon' stomp, that’s what we gon' do

The girls gon' bounce, the gangstas gon' groove

My nigga we gon' stomp, that’s what we gon' do

The playas gon' win, the haters gon' lose

I said we gon' stomp, that’s what we gon' do

The girls gon' bounce, the gangstas gon' groove

My nigga we gon' stomp, that’s what we gon' do

The playas gon' win, the haters gon' lose

I said we gon' stomp

7 in a day roller, bong smoker, dope choker

Fo'-fo' two hundred spoker, Polo sporter, bet I poke her

Call me Mr. Roper, medulla oblongata slicer

Shoot dice up, pursue the juice that move the price up

'F' you if you don’t like us, fool, your life up

Me removin my foot from ya ass know that’s that screwed my Nike up

Like Ruben I’m uhh, «Sorry» for my rap presence in the game bein Derrty

Now I rock 'til two-thousand-forty

Last call for that Bacardi

It be me bein corny on TV with Barbies, think some girls in Cali saw me

Cause I’m a flyer individual while hire individuals

I’ll fire individuals, I’m critical

A King (King) named Jacob (Jacob)

Me, Murph Durph make missies poke end up in mini-skirts

Game shooter, high poster, aim through the

Center of the frame, we Derrty-ly Entertain

For you nosy, you nosy muh’fuckers, barbershop-ass niggas

Yo, aiyyo Timb' boots, starch jeans, brand new, white tee

Hundred dollar button on, mo' colors than Ice-T

Haters didn’t like me, «School Daze» like Spike Lee

Now most likely like Mike Tyson they bite me

Dressed just like me, dreads just like me

Nine times out of ten they more fruity than Hi-C

Gon' head and bite him then, offer that fool a Heinekin

Claimin that he tighter then, don’t add up so I’m minus’in

Always in her vagina when under blankets like Linus man

(Why?) Cause I da man and all royal My Highness and

Rolls truck, turkey leather seats with a hole in it

Beef-brown woodgrain, pork didn’t go with it

Fish tank in the trunk, chickenhead on my lap

Even King Jacob, now he gettin head in the back

Hoes, clothes, automo’s, smokin 'dro, all I know

All them questions leave 'em on the other side of the MO

We gon' stomp down the club flo', stomp down the punk ho

Stuck coast-to-coast niggas slump from the steel-toe

Write me a stomp rhyme, beat down and stomp mines

Beat a punk nigga to the flo' and you know it’s stomp time

Fuck a two-step, like a band march

On the good foot, for your hood boy

Church better recognize, Mr. Prentiss for president

Bitches better pay ya ties, we keep a rappin veteran

Derrty knockin let me in, known for kickin the door dawg

Think that you better niggas show me, let’s have a stomp-off

Go hard, stack your cheese up until you can’t see the sky

Haters be hatin, love to hate me but wanna be this guy

Catch him at his foul play, hawk him like a hallway

Chalk him and mash him, happens often, matter fact, all day

Haters can’t stand us, stomp if ya cash up

Hoes twist that ass up, now stomp — c’mon, faster