Stompin In My Chuck T’s lyrics

[Intro]
Girl- "Are you sick?"
Man- "Why do you ask?"
Girl- "You look sick."
Man- "I am sick."
Girl- "You take medicine?"
Man- "There is no medicine for what I have."

[A bunch of mumbling]

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Bustin a slug, got your cranium split
Dumpin em at your water melon, leavin a n*gga f*cked up while his ass runnin like a felon
It ain't no game, [?] name Insane, I'm dumpin em at your f*ckin brain, never smokin that cocaine
I like to smoke the green
And off of the bomb weed, [to?] have you f*cked, walkin around, [stuck?] like zombies
n*gga, cane ya, f*ck around when I dump and n*gga cane ya, f*ckin around when I squeeze [a masport pump?]
I ain't no jump n*gga
I likes to smoke n*ggas, leavin a n*gga f*cked up [for smokin on my roast n*gga]
It's the way that I approach n*ggas
That make em a nervous wreck
But I hit what I'm smokin on n*gga...
To keep your nerves in check
I'm dumpin away at the stomach, havin ya vomit, mucus, loogies
Suck on tampons, that's why these b*tches think I'm Screwy Lewy
I likes to f*ck ho's booty
Yours truly, Frankenstein
Diggin up in your beef curtains, till you bleedin from behind and I'm...
[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[Mmmm, mmmm, yeah]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[n*gga, this motherf*cker n*gga, tryna get my sh*t prepared n*gga]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[Every motherf*ckin day n*gga, I be stompin in these mothaf*ckas, n*gga]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[It ain't no game homie, it ain't no game homie, let em know]
Stompin in my Chuck T's...

[Verse 2: Guaran T]
Makin somethin outta nothin, ya gotta know...
Know when to hold em, when to fold em and...
Know when to bluff em if you show...
If you show a n*gga's weapon at ya feet then you know you gotta dump em
I track and [packaged this?] heat for streets so you know you gotta bump em
Any [wha]
[And your?] motherf*cker think she's sweet, keep holdin that assumption
But not too long, [?]
[She's a ho]
Oh yeah, so b*tch [?] think she somethin [tell that b*tch]
If it ain't daily, it ain't maybe, it ain't nothin [from the staple to the table]
[?]
n*ggas wanna wage war and threaten, it's hot in this kitchen, but see I ain't sweatin
There's pockets in this kitchen, but few can [shev?] it
That I jack their lyrics and few contest, [said?] I jacks their lyrics
If you got that game [?] n*gga run wit it
I got somethin your monkey ass won't n*gga, come get it
You kept tyrna to do that, n*gga, I've done did it
Get that wig split
[Chorus]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[What these muhf*ckas don't understand n*gga, a n*gga is...]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[We'll mash on you homie, ya understand what I'm sayin, we'll f*ck you up n*gga...]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[Leave you bleeedin n*gga, no remorse, no remorse when we bust, no remorse when we bust]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[San Diego California ridas n*gga]
Stompin in my Chuck T's...

[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
Bustin at n*ggas with the [heat to rock a?]
Knockin em off they pedestal, my sh*t is sick
Leavin yo nuts cooked like vegetables
Hopin up ovah the gate gate with the AK
Leavin that n*gga's wife screamin: "MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY!"
That's what you say [when I was cold and?] on the night train
f*ckin em up
Eat bloody duck like [Chinese main!]
And you really do not wanna...
Run up on the real monster
[?] like I'm Chewbacca, stickin the di*k up in they [c*cka?]
Creepin through the dark
With a mini Mac-10, [the straps?] galore
You think you packin heat...
But n*gga, I'm packin more
Cuz I'm the one that's on the run up on n*ggas and hit em [with metal?]
[Gun?] they feet and put it on griddle
Watch a n*gga while I play the fiddle
I've got a f*ckin riddle...
For the one to ask the question
He was a man...
But that night, he felt like an adolescent
Cuz n*ggas get they brains split off in the brainsick
Quit talkin ya raggedy b*tch and just pay this
And I was...
[Chorus]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[Mmmm, mmmm, yeah]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[n*gga we do this muthaf*ckin sh*t everyday n*gga, daily]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[Stompin in my muthaf*ckin green Chuck T's n*gga!]
Stompin in my Chuck T's
[It ain't no... It ain't no game n*gga, let em know]
Stompin in my Chuck T's...