The Stomp
Ol' Dirty Bastard Lyrics


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Sing the song, sing the song with me

Lady, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit
Taste it again, I like it
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
Not sayin' Ason, duck duck disco
Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
Baby baby, I can't stop
Wu, gots like come on through
Soo, that's the call for the Wu
I came here to rectify
Brooklyn Zoo, terrify
Why, niggas want to get up and rap and rap and rap
Man, fuck that
Hits, that I make it's the shit
I want to see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it
Let's sing the song
Come on party people, all in together now, sing along

Have you ever ever ever
In your long legged life
Had a bald headed bitch
For your bald headed wife

Gimme dat

Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you want to get up and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang ya
You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That a true nigga shall come through
No one is available to be compatible

Yo, this is chamber number 9, verse 32
Is what we call The Stomp

The stomp is down, get down for your crown, stomp

Brothas always playin' with the microphone
When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone
You couldn't touch, this style is too much
It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch
Any nigga or niggarette
Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
Straight up and down, I don't play around
Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound




Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
Go by the name Big A, from the shelter

Overall Meaning

The Stomp by Ol' Dirty Bastard is a rap song that heavily features the Wu-Tang Clan's style of production and wordplay. The lyrics consist of a string of boastful lines delivered with humor and swagger. The song opens with a plea for the listener to join in singing along with Ol' Dirty Bastard. It then moves on to questions posed to a lady, who responds by telling him to "go low." He responds by saying that when he goes low, he likes it, and that he's the original G-O-D. The rapping style is a mix of standard rap, rap-singing, and nonsensical chatter, all delivered in ODB's trademark raspy voice.


The rest of the song is a showcase of his skills as a rapper, his love of hip hop, and his ability to make young ladies scream. He also name-drops various rappers and alludes to his violent tendencies. The chorus consists of a call to "get down for your crown" and "stomp" with the beat. Overall, the song is a fun, irreverent, and energetic tribute to the Wu-Tang sound and rap music in general.


Interesting facts about The Stomp by Ol' Dirty Bastard:


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Line by Line Meaning

Sing the song, sing the song with me
Let's all sing the song together


Lady, tell me why, tell me so
Woman, give me a reason or explanation


I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
I ask for something great but you suggest something lesser


So I go low, taste the shit
I settle for the lesser option and it's not great


Taste it again, I like it
Despite it not being great, I still enjoy it


I'm the original G-O-D
I am the original God, an all-powerful entity


Making young ladies scream's my specialty
I excel at making young women scream in excitement


When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype
My unique sound causes girls to get excited and energetic


From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
From the unique and fresh music that was previously judged and labeled


When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
When I am at my best, I have a crazy and fresh sound


Not sayin' Ason, duck duck disco
I am not like other rappers who focus on disco-themed music


Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
I am strictly a hip hop artist, not a disco artist


Baby baby, I can't stop
I am unstoppable


Wu, gots like come on through
The Wu-Tang Clan is calling for you


Soo, that's the call for the Wu
This is the signal for the Wu-Tang Clan to act


I came here to rectify
I am here to set things right


Brooklyn Zoo, terrify
I am from Brooklyn and I will cause fear


Why, niggas want to get up and rap and rap and rap
Why do people want to continuously rap


Man, fuck that
I don't care about that


Hits, that I make it's the shit
The music I make is fantastic


I want to see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it
I want to see you excited and enjoying my music


Let's sing the song
Let's all sing together


Come on party people, all in together now, sing along
Let's all enjoy this party and sing together


Have you ever ever ever
Have you ever


In your long legged life
In your life


Had a bald headed bitch
Have you ever dated a bald woman


For your bald headed wife
As your wife?


Gimme dat
Give it to me


Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
Who's the toughest person in Brooklyn


And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
And also represents the Wu-Tang Clan's music


If you want to get up and get fucked up
If you want to party and get intoxicated


Last nigga got up and got shot up
The last person who got up and partied got shot


But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
If you think you're tough, I'll take you on


Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang ya
Don't mess with the Wu-Tang Clan


You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
You'll be stabbed, beaten, and thrown in an alley


I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
I respect genuine artists like Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg


Chamber number 9, verse 32
This is Chamber 9, Verse 32


Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
This verse is all about Brooklyn Zoo


That a true nigga shall come through
A genuine person will appear


No one is available to be compatible
No one is suitable to be with


Yo, this is chamber number 9, verse 32
This is Chamber 9, Verse 32


Is what we call The Stomp
This is The Stomp


The stomp is down, get down for your crown, stomp
It's time to dance and stomp your feet


Brothas always playin' with the microphone
People are always experimenting with the microphone


When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone
When it doesn't work, people give up


You couldn't touch, this style is too much
You can't compete with this style, it's too good


It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch
I'm the rapper and I don't care about anything else


Any nigga or niggarette
Any man or woman


Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
They will be destroyed like a burning cigarette


Straight up and down, I don't play around
I'm serious and don't mess around


Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound
Rapping earns me a lot of money


Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
Shout out to my group of friends, who are close like a belt


Go by the name Big A, from the shelter
I am known as Big A, from the same area as my group of friends




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Russell Jones

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