Текст Quincy Jones – 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

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
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George,
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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

Stomp

Yo-Yo:
Guess who? The one and only Yo-Yo dammit

In the mountains, in the valleys
In the backstreets, in the alleys

Party people this is what you want

Shaquille O’Neal:
Aya aya, mama mia
Mercy me-a, things ain’t what they used to be-a
Stomp opposition, stomp competition
Stomp like frat brothers, step to this
Let me mention Quincy Jones is butter on toast
Superman of rap, Shaq, is feared to most
Brag and boast about my steelo style
Kick your butt for a mile and smile as I (stomp)

Luniz:
Stomp the pedal to the metal in the ghetto
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Struggle with a top notch hustle
Time to scuffle