[Intro] Uh-ooooh Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris, DIRTY SOUTH, YEEEAH
[Hook: Young Buck] I hear em talking but he bout to get that ass stomped Watch I get the club crunk I'mma make em stomp We ain't playin wanna front get that ass stomped Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp Now where you from who the boss I'mma break em off Where you from who the boss let me break em off Where you from who the boss I'mma break em off Where you from who the boss let me break em off
[Verse 1: Young Buck] I'm cadillac'n through the hood sittin on 24's TV's playin, rims spinnin - blowin plenty dro Don't have to mention when you pimpin you get plenty hoes It's all on you if you gon trick or you gon get ya dough I know I got these haters mad - I can love that When you got love for the streets they give you 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 ya 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 is guerillas - they got they G-Unit's on All of that mean muggin really don't mean nuthin Come on and take it outside let me see somethin Wh-wh-wh-what now don't get b-b-b-bucked down Stop all that hatin or this club gon get ya shut down
Now where you from who the boss I'mma break em off Where you from who the boss let me break em off
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[Verse 2: T.I] Ay 100 carats on my chest I'm so true to this Task force got my vest I got a new one bitch Feds hate and talk shit but I'm too legit A million dollars at a time - till I'm super rich Pimp squad, g-unit - fuck who you get Ask ya nieces and ya nephews who tha shit Real niggas see the difference 'tween you and this Me getting beat down that's ludicrous My name run from the streets of Plains in Mechanicsville Nigga all you gettin' it Rodney Dangerfield Know respect I'mma vet you could bet that Caught some cases but that's just a minor setback And if I have to do some time I be right back Wit some bi's and some tri's and a six-pack We hit the do' watch all the pussy niggas get back They know we could do it like tha row but you ain't wit that You know who make the track bump like the king of crunk These choppers hit you bitches, wish you got ya ass stomped
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[Verse 3: Ludacris] YEEEAAHH Muthafucker I'm a monster in this game - similar to the loch ness My rhymes are 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 saying my name Cause maintaining my fish tank and they house cost the same Ask me I say I made it and it sho wadn't luck But cause hustlers relate to me and some are younger than buck You see I'm married to my music but we got a pre-nup So if that bitch don't act right I'm still gettin my cut My deals never get screwed - my contracts practice abstinence A master in this program - hazing these undergraduates So pimpin be easy, quit catchin feelings Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm worth millions Nobody thinkin bout you, plus your beef ain't legit SO PLEASE STAY OFF THE T.I.P. OF MY DICK
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[Verse 4: Game] G-G-G-unit! Coming straight outta compton Lace up my G-6's, and I'm A-Town stomping Got ten thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in Cuz Luda and Young Buck always getting me into somethin' Low rider out front, I'm trying to get into somethin' Step on Banks shoe one more time and Im'a start busting Rolls gold in my grill, I gotta dirty mouth And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south I wasn't trying to get the cover of the Double XL Just trying to fuck Mia, cuz Dre. said sex sells Don't be mad at the rocks in my fucking chain Don't be mad cuz your bitch chose Buck And Game You See the logo tatted on my necklace Same one I'm autographing on the chest Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on house arrest And on behalf of 50 Cent this is G-Unit West Now, stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit! Now, stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
