Let it loose
 Mature content
 Here we come again bitch, in your mothafuckin' face
 EightBall and M-J-fuckin'-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
 Nigga who, you think I be a trick and give my money up?
 Uh
 No, no, I got game for a hoe
 Baggets and combo
 In a wooded out Tahoe
 Murder niggaz
 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 mothafuckin' stompin' ground
 Made it out, givin' back, bustin' dope raps
 You can't run, in every neighborhood they bustin' caps
 Country niggaz, tinted out, gettin' fucked up
 The wrong move will get your whole crew fucked up
 I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this
 You critisize this, bitch, I gotta live this
 So i keep my pen, and I keep my 4-5th
 Light a spliff, nigga me and G comin' through

 Chrous
 Stompin', Pimpin'
 You can't fuck with this
 Stompin', Pimpin'
 Ain't no competition
 Stompin', Pimpin'
 We the shit nigga
 Stompin', Pimpin'
 Bitch come and get some

 [MJG]
 We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin'
 Shit I'm doin' it, you couldn't
 Hell, Suave House got it locked down
 Nigga, you shouldn't, even try
 To fuck with M-J should I pimp this for excersize
 Woman, I don't want your pussy, 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
 dick riders, keep me focused
 Huh, what you say bro, you aint' know this
 Get off the ground, now you know this
 And bitch, 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?
 Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws?
 Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch
 Go suck some balls
 Ain't no stoppin' us
 Niggaz, you need to realize, quickly
 Fuck you, if you, niggaz ain't with me
 Cool ass teacher
 Comin' out your bitch house, limpin', nigga
 Stompin', pimpin'

 Chorus

 [EightBall]
 Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones
 Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real funds
 Hood cats, who only fuck 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 niggaz, 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 nigga all about my green stack nigga, we pack nigga
 This ain't no act nigga

 Chorus

 Come and get some
 98, these weak niggaz death date
 Bitch come and get some
 Yeah
 Uh, uh
 Make it funky for 'em
 Play it back one time
 Straight Stompin', Pimpin''
 Space Age forever
 What you say?
 Know what I'm sayin'?
 What you say?
 Let me ride, for my real niggaz
 Uh
 Yeah
 EightBall the fat mack (one time)
 And MJG
 Space Age forever
 Suave House nigga
 Suave House nigga
 Suave House nigga
 Suave House nigga
 Know what I'm talkin' about?
 Um
 Keep it goin' baby
 Um
 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
 Nigga ride with me
 Bitch come and get some