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

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, 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

Guess who? The one and only Yo-Yo dammit

Bet you can't stand this track that's slammin' (stomp)

Catch the vibe from the West side

The one and only Bonnie without Clyde

I'm stomping through your town

In your hood up your block

Giving props to hip-hop, 'cause it don't stop

Stomping with the humps in the back of the trunk

'Cause all that funk makes me wanna bump

In the mountains, in the valleys

In the backstreets, in the alleys

Party people this is what you want

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)

Stomp the pedal to the metal in the ghetto

Struggle with a top notch hustle

Time to scuffle