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Stompin' And Pimpin' Song Lyrics
Stompin' And Pimpin' by 8ball (feat. MJG)

[EightBall]
Let it loose
Mature content
Here we come again b**ch, in your mothaf**kin' face
EightBall and M-J-f**kin'-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 wanna 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 mothaf**kin' 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' f**ked up
The wrong move will get your whole crew f**ked up
I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this
You critisize this, b**ch, 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 f**k with this
Stompin', Pimpin'
Ain't no competition
Stompin', Pimpin'
We the sh*t nigga
Stompin', Pimpin'
b**ch come and get some
[MJG]
We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin'
sh*t I'm doin' it, you couldn't
Hell, Suave House got it locked down
Nigga, you shouldn't, even try
To f**k 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 B's and U'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 aint' know this
Get off the ground, now you know this
And b**ch, 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 b**ch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws?
Get away from me, old groupie ass b**ch
Go suck some balls
Ain't no stoppin' us
Niggaz, you need to realize, quickly
f**k you, if you, niggaz ain't with me
Cool ass teacher
Comin' out your b**ch house, limpin', nigga
Stompin', pimpin'

[Chorus]

[EightBall]
Yeah, we be droppin' dope sh*t for the real ones
Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real funds
Hood cats, who only f**k 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
b**ch 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
b**ch come and get some