8Ball, MJG - Stompin' and Pimpin' lyrics

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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 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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 critisize 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

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

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 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 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
Niggas, you need to realize, quickly
Fuck you, if you, niggas ain't with me
Cool ass teacher
Comin' out your bitch house, limpin', nigga
Stompin', pimpin'

Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit
For the real ones niggas 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 niggas
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

Come and get some
98, these weak niggas 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 niggas 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