
STOMPIN
YO MAMA Featuring STREET4ONE DUELIN' AGAIN
PRODUCER: STREET SWEEPA RECORDINGS
DATE PRODUCED: 10.5.2023
SAMPLED SONGS: WHEN WILL THEY SHOOT by ICE CUBE, HAZY SHADE OF CRIMINAL by PUBLIC ENEMY & SHOW EM WATCHA GOT by PUBLIC ENEMY
LYRICS
(PUBLIC ENEMY) FREEDOM IS A ROAD SELDOM TRAVELLED BY THE MULTITUDE
PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE, SHOW EM WATCHA GOT:
The same God that gave wisdom to Marcus Garvey
The same God that gave wisdom to Adam Clayton Powell
The same God that gave wisdom to Stephen Biko Stephen Biko
The same God that gave wisdom to Rosa Parks
Gave strength to Martin Luther King, to Malcolm X
The same God that gave wisdom to Nelson Mandela
The same God-
The same God that gave wisdom to MANY MEN TODAY
Stay strong, sister
Brothers and sisters, please, join with me to welcome, and listen GOOD
(YO MAMA) NUMBA ONE FUCK AROUND & YO ASS ON THA GROUND
NUMBA 2 IF IT'S YOU, YOU KNOW WHAT TA DO
MOTHERFUCKIN RUN SON, ON YO BIKE, HERE I COME
IT'S THA FUCKIN RUFF RYDA
HERE TO BREAK EM OFF SUM
HERE I COME SON
WITH THA MAXIMUM SOUND
FULL OF REPROOF LEAVE YO ASS ON THA GROUND
ROLLIN YO HOOD NOT A LEADA I'VE FOUND
WANNA DRINK, SMOKE, SEX, LIE
WALK AROUND INNA TIE DIE
(PUBLIC ENEMY) Politician passin' a bill paid in full
see-note rockin' in a pocket How they livin'
makin' sure they Lockin' us up I got a feelin' I'm...
When it come to somethin' we say
What dey don't like is a brother like me On da mike In fact
to the gritty ain't none of us wack
Noriega had back
Jeffrey Dahmer enter the room without cuffs
How the hell do we set stuffed In da back of a cell On an isle
Ain't it wild... What's a criminal?
Power to the people and the beats
(YO MAMA) FUCKIN HIP HOP NOT HIPPIE BLOODSHOT
WHAT THA FUCK IS THAT SHIT YA CALLIN HIP HOP
MAKE ME COVA MY EARS SCREAM MAKE IT STOP
TRAP HIPPIE WACK SHAT SPAT CRAP RIGHT OFF THA TOP
RINGIN IN MA EARS ME WANNA FLIP FLOP
JUMP ON THA PLACE AND SWITCH OFF THE KNOB
YA FOOLIN & SCHOOLIN THEY NAH FOLLOW YA ROB
ONE WANT MONEY, CAN'T HANDLE 2 BOB
WACKS THAT... SIT DOWN CLOWN, DON'T LEAVE EM WIDDA FROWN
YO HOUSE OF CARDS BOUT TA ALL FALL DOWN
DIGGY DOWN DOWN DIGGY DIGGY DIGGY... DOWN CLOWN!
NO-ONE WANNA SEE YO ASS IN DRESSING GOWN
YA FOOLIN WENT RIGHT OFF THA RAILS
SAYIN WACK SHIT THAT ONLY MADE SAILS
NOW YA SAY YA THA GOD, THA GOAT, HOLY GRAIL
THA FUCK YA SMOKIN, GOT YO HEAD IN THA CLOUDS
THIS IS GOD'S EARTH SON
'THA FUCK YOU FALLEN FROM
SHUT YO MOUTH LEST YA WANNA BACK IT UP SUM
SEE YO ASS COMIN A MILE AWAY
ALL TALK NO WALK SO NUTHIN TA SAY
THAT'S RIGHT RUN GET THA FUCK ON SON
YA BOYS NAH WANNA HEAR WOT YOU BECOME
SCREAMING GANGSTA, PRANKSTA, YO MAMA SAY YOU LATE
SAY HER FOOT ALL IN YO ASS IF YOU AIN'T HOME BY 8
SAY YOU A BABY STILL, A REAL MAN YOU AIN'T
YA STILL ON THA MILK, SPAT THA TRUTH YOU ATE
SAY YA WANNA LIVE A LIE, WANNA BE THA OTHA GUY
WON'T PUT IN THA WORK, WANNA LEAVE COZ IT HURT
WHAT YOU WANNA DO FOOL!?
(PUBLIC ENEMY) Only if I had one more
time to kick The rhythm that keep rippin' down the door
So the real crominals get exposed behind the cloSED
Doors 'n' the suits that make 'n' break da law
Lookin' for my own 'cause I had enuff bOLD
I can't understand it must be crooked Way they planned it
Police supposed to keep the peace
But I can't truss 'em So I keep my piece
Loaded & cocked 'Cause I don't miss the block
I'm talkin' about the ones who don't get chained to the rock
While we go away for the neighborhood crime
Never liked what I saw in the law
Indiana treEs hangin' us instead of leaves
We hangin' the rope Real criminals...
(YO mAMA) SPOILT LITTLE BABY, GETS TUFF, YOU FUCKIN LAZY
WON'T FACE YO OWN SHIT, ALWAYS A BACK DOOR MAYBE
A SIDE KICK, A WAY OUT, ALL SPREAD THA FUCK OUT,
YA THINK YA SMART, BUT YA FUCKIN AREN'T
50 SHADES OF HAZY, SUPER HERO CRAZY
THROW THE TOYS OUT THE CRIB WHEN YO MAMA CALL YOU BABY
SPEND THA WHOLE FUCKIN DAY
PLAYIN LITTLE BOY GAMES
BUT YOU SMART COZ YO ASS WATCH THE BIG BANG THEORY
LET WOMAN CARRY THE WORLD BUT YOU STILL GON BE SCARY
TAKE YA BACK TA NUMBA ONE SO YO ASS CAN SEE CLEARLY
(YO MAMA) NUMBA ONE FUCK AROUND & YO ASS ON THA GROUND
NUMBA 2 IF IT'S YOU, YOU KNOW WHAT TA DO
MOTHERFUCKIN RUN SON, ON YO BIKE, HERE I COME
IT'S THA FUCKIN RUFF RYDA
HERE TO BREAK EM OFF SUM
HERE I COME SON
WITH THA MAXIMUM SOUND
FULL OF REPROOF LEAVE YO ASS ON THA GROUND
ROLLIN YO HOOD NOT A LEADA I'VE FOUND
WANNA DRINK, SMOKE, SEX, LIE
WALK AROUND IN TIE DYE
(PUBLIC ENEMY) Politician passin' a bill paid in full
see-note rockin' in a pocket How they livin'
makin' sure they Lockin' us up I got a feelin' I'm...
When it come to somethin' we say
What dey don't like is a brother like me On da mike In fact
to the gritty ain't none of us wack
Noriega had back
Jeffrey Dahmer enter the room without cuffs
How the hell do we set stuffed In da back of a cell On an isle
Ain't it wild... What's a criminal?
Power to the people and the beats
(YO MAMA) FUCKIN HIP HOP NOT HIPPIE BLOODSHOT
WHAT THA FUCK IS THAT SHIT YA CALLIN HIP HOP
MAKE ME COVA MY EARS SCREAM MAKE IT STOP
TRAP HIPPIE WACK SHAT SPAT CRAP RIGHT OFF THA TOP
RINGIN IN MA EARS ME WANNA FLIP FLOP
JUMP ON THA PLACE AND SWITCH OFF THE KNOB
YA FOOLIN & SCHOOLIN THEY NAH FOLLOW YA ROB
ONE WANT MONEY, CAN'T HANDLE 2 BOB
WACKS THAT... SIT DOWN CLOWN, DON'T LEAVE EM WIDDA FROWN
YO HOUSE OF CARDS BOUT TA ALL FALL DOWN
DIGGY DOWN DOWN DIGGY DIGGY DIGGY... DOWN CLOWN!
NO-ONE WANNA SEE YO ASS IN DRESSING GOWN
STEP UP OR STEP DOWN
YA STILL WID NEITHA
LIKE A COLD CUP OF COFFEE
OR A WARM GLASS OF COLA
YA HAZY SON
& YA BRAINS NEAR DUN
STEP UP OR STEP DOWN
MAKE YA LIFE WORTH SUM
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