Stomp

Uh ohhhh, Young Buck

Dirty South, Yeahh

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass (Stomp)

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'm 'a make 'em (Stomp)

We ain't playin' want to front, you can get that ass (Stomp)

Do it like them dirty South boys do, and (Stomp)

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

I'm Caddillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's

TV's playin' rims spinnin', blowin' plenty dro's

Don't have to mention, when you pimpin', you get plenty hoes

It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or gon' get yo' dough

I know I got these haters mad, I can love that

When you got love for the streets, they give ya love back

Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared

Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere

If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin' on?

Security better back up, when they play this song

And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong

My clique of guerillas, they got they G-Units on

All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'

C'mon and take it outside, lemme see somethin'

Wha-wha-wha-what now?

Don't get bu-bu-bu-bucked down

Stop all that hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass (Stomp)

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'm 'a make 'em (Stomp)

We ain't playin' want to front, you can get that ass (Stomp)

Do it like them dirty South boys do, and (Stomp)

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

G-G-G G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton

Lace up my G-6's and I'm A -Town stompin'

Got ten thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in

Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into something

Low rider out front, I'm trying to get into something

Step on Bank's shoe one more time and I'ma start bustin'

Rose gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth

And a bitch wit a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south

I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the double X-L

Just tryin' to fuck Maya, cause Dre said sex sells

Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain,

Don't be mad cause your bitch chose Buck and Game

You see the logo tatted on my neck

The same one I'm autographin' on the chest

Put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest

And of behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West

Now stomp, G G G G-Unit

Now stomp, G G G G-Unit

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass (Stomp)

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'm 'a make 'em (Stomp)

We ain't playin' want to front, you can get that ass (Stomp)

Do it like them dirty South boys do, and (Stomp)

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Muthafucker, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the Loch Ness

My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta process

The truth in this booth, ain't no doubts when I'm rappin'

If I say it, I've either done it, or it's 'bout to happen

When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's, people dumb out

If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out

These rappers think I'm ig-nant, love sayin' my name

Cause maintainin' my fish tank and they house, cost the same

Ask me, I'd say I made it and it sure wasn't luck

Because hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than Buck

You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenup

So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut

My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence

I'm masterin' this program, hazin' these undergraduates

So pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings

Cause you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions

Nobody's thinkin' about you, plus your beef ain't legit

So please stay off the T.I.P of my dick

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass (Stomp)

Watch, I get the club crunk, I'm 'a make 'em (Stomp)

We ain't playin' want to front, you can get that ass (Stomp)

Do it like them dirty South boys do, and (Stomp)

Now where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off

Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off