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8ball – stompin’ and pimpin’ lyrics


let it loose
mature content
here we come again b-tch, in your mothaf-ckin’ face
eightball and m-j-f-ckin’-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
n-gga who, you think i be a trick and give my money up?
no, no, i got game for a hoe
baggets and combo
in a wooded out tahoe
murder n-ggas
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-ckin’ stompin’ ground
made it out, givin’ back, bustin’ dope raps
you can’t run, in every neighborhood they bustin’ caps
country n-ggas, tinted out, gettin’ f-cked up
the wrong move will get your whole crew f-cked up
i wouldn’t speak it, if i never thought it dig this
you critisize this, b-tch, i gotta live this
so i keep my pen, and i keep my 4-5th
light a spliff, n-gga me and g comin’ through

stompin’, pimpin’
you can’t f-ck with this
stompin’, pimpin’
ain’t no compet-tion
stompin’, pimpin’
we the sh-t n-gga
stompin’, pimpin’
b-tch come and get some

we got that big pimpin’ and i’m big footin’
sh-t i’m doin’ it, you couldn’t
h-ll, suave house got it locked down
n-gga, you shouldn’t, even try
to f-ck with m-j should i pimp this for excersize
woman, i don’t want your p-ssy, 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
d-ck riders, keep me focused
huh, what you say bro, you ain’t’ know this
get off the ground, now you know this
and b-tch, 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?
h-ll no b-tch, can i see you dough, can i see your jaws?
get away from me, old groupie -ss b-tch
go suck some b-lls
ain’t no stoppin’ us
n-ggas, you need to realize, quickly
f-ck you, if you, n-ggas ain’t with me
cool -ss teacher
comin’ out your b-tch house, limpin’, n-gga
stompin’, pimpin’


yeah, we be droppin’ dope sh-t for the real ones
n-ggas got real guns, cause they make real funds
hood cats, who only f-ck 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 n-ggas, 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 n-gga all about my green stack n-gga, we pack n-gga
this ain’t no act n-gga


come and get some
98, these weak n-ggas death date
b-tch come and get some
uh, uh
make it funky for ’em
play it back one time
straight stompin’, pimpin”
sp-ce age forever
what you say?
know what i’m sayin’?
what you say?
let me ride, for my real n-ggas
eightball the fat mack (one time)
and mjg
sp-ce age forever
suave house n-gga
suave house n-gga
suave house n-gga
suave house n-gga
know what i’m talkin’ about?
keep it goin’ baby
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
n-gga ride with me
b-tch come and get some