Ol' Dirty Bastard (ODB)

Ol' Dirty Bastard (ODB) - The Stomp lyrics

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Sing the song  sing along with me
 Sing the song  sing the song with me

 Verse 1

 When I'm with you baby  tell me why  tell me so
 I ask you to go high  you tell me to go low
 So I go low  [slurp]  taste the shit
 [Slurp]  taste it again  I like it
 [Rrr] I'm the original G O D
 Making young ladies scream's my specialty
 when I go DUN DUN DUN DUH  girls get hype
 From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
 When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
 Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco
 Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
 baby baby, I can't stop
 Wu, gots ta like come on through
 Soo, that's the call for the Wu
 I came here to rectify
 BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify
 Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
 Man, fuck that
 Shit, that I make it's the skit
 I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it
 Let's sing the song
 Come on party people, all in together now, sing along

 Have you ever ever ever
 In your long legged life
 Had a bald headed bitch
 For your bald headed wife

 [laughter] Gimme dat

 Verse 2

 Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
 And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
 If you wanna get up and get fucked up
 Last nigga got up and got shot up
 But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
 Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya
 You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
 I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
 Chamber number 9, verse 32
 Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
 That a true nigga shall come through
 No-one is available to be compatible

 This is chamber number 9, verse 32
 is what we call The Stomp

 [Stomp]
 The stomp is down [Stomp]
 Get down for your crown [Stomp]
 Stomp [Stomp]

 [ODB]
 Verse 3

 Brothas always playin with the microphone
 When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] you leave it alone
 You couldn't touch, this style is too much
 It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch
 [Grruh] Any nigga or niggerette
 Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
 Straight up and down, I don't play around
 Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound
 Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
 Go by the name Big A, from the shelter
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Language: English

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