[Intro: Young Buck]
Uh-oh!
Young Buck
T.I
Ludacris
Dirty South, yeah!
[Hook: Young Buck]
I hear him talking, but he 'bout to get that ass stomped
Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playing—wanna front? Get that ass stomped
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm Cadillac-ing through the hood, sitting on 24s
TVs playing, rims spinning, blowing 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 your 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 (Nah!)
Poppin them thangs, I'm rocking my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, what you waiting 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-Units on (G-Unit!)
All of that mean muggin really don't mean nothing
Come on and take it outside let me see something
W-W-W-What now? Don't get b-b-b-bucked down
Stop all that hating, or this club gon get sh-shut down
Uh-oh!
Young Buck
T.I
Ludacris
Dirty South, yeah!
[Hook: Young Buck]
I hear him talking, but he 'bout to get that ass stomped
Watch, I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playing—wanna front? Get that ass stomped
Do it like them Dirty South boys do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm Cadillac-ing through the hood, sitting on 24s
TVs playing, rims spinning, blowing 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 your 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 (Nah!)
Poppin them thangs, I'm rocking my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, what you waiting 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-Units on (G-Unit!)
All of that mean muggin really don't mean nothing
Come on and take it outside let me see something
W-W-W-What now? Don't get b-b-b-bucked down
Stop all that hating, or this club gon get sh-shut down
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