[Intro]
The summer heat, the drummer's beat
Listen to rhythm of the coming of a 1000 stomping feet
The dip-diver, old school soul survivor
My sound is gonna hit ya like a drunk driver
Stomp—step down with it
Put your feet where you're feeling it
Stomp—you don't wanna quit
Put you head where you're feeling it
Stomp
[Verse 1: Coolio]
It's like 1 to the 2 and straight to the 10
Turn up the sound 'cause the Q's back again
With a whole new set, here to make you sweat
Put on ya stompin' boots if you love to jet, son
Call up George, Bootsy too
And tell them Q got the funk to make ya move that New York
Should I say that body? Welcome to the party
A little somethin' somethin' for each and everybody
It's Coolio loc representin' West Coast
So raise up a toast, Mr. Jones is ya host
From the top to the bottom and the back to the front
Everybody on the side go slip in and slide
Just stomp
The summer heat, the drummer's beat
Listen to rhythm of the coming of a 1000 stomping feet
The dip-diver, old school soul survivor
My sound is gonna hit ya like a drunk driver
Stomp—step down with it
Put your feet where you're feeling it
Stomp—you don't wanna quit
Put you head where you're feeling it
Stomp
[Verse 1: Coolio]
It's like 1 to the 2 and straight to the 10
Turn up the sound 'cause the Q's back again
With a whole new set, here to make you sweat
Put on ya stompin' boots if you love to jet, son
Call up George, Bootsy too
And tell them Q got the funk to make ya move that New York
Should I say that body? Welcome to the party
A little somethin' somethin' for each and everybody
It's Coolio loc representin' West Coast
So raise up a toast, Mr. Jones is ya host
From the top to the bottom and the back to the front
Everybody on the side go slip in and slide
Just stomp
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