Stomp Lyrics - The Return To The 36 Chambers - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Sing the song, sing along with me 

Sing the song, sing the song with me 

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 

Taste it again, I like it 

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 want to get up and rap and rap and rap 

Man, fuck that 

Shit, that I make it's the skit 

I want to 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 

Gimme dat 

Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town 

And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound 

If you want to 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 

The stomp is down 

Get down for your crown 

Stomp 

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 

Any nigga or niggarette 

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