U-God was born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York. However he moved to Staten Island, New York as a youth. He was originally a beatboxer for clan affiliate Cappadonna, as well as being well known friends with future members Method Man, Inspectah Deck, and Raekwon. Sometime before the members united, U-God was mentored in rap by Cappadonna. He soon became friends with RZA and Ghostface Killah, and he began rhyming under the alias Golden Arms, based on the kung-fu movie The Kid with The Golden Arms. Later on narcotics possession prevented him from featuring heavily on the group's debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), his input on the seminal LP consisting of only a short bridge on the group's debut single "Protect Ya Neck" in 1992 as well as the famous opening verse of "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'". Nevertheless, after his release he quickly became known to fans for his rugged flow and bass-like voice on Wu tracks such as "Winter Warz", "Knuckleheadz", "Investigative Reports", and "Black Jesus". He was featured heavily on the group's second album Wu-Tang Forever on which he was one of only four of the group to get a solo track - "Black Shampoo" (While the others being Inspectah Deck with "The City", Ol' Dirty Bastard with "Dog Shit" and RZA with "Sunshower"; clan affiliate and singer Tekitha sang 'Second Coming' solo). Around this time his young son was accidentally shot and injured, an ordeal the rapper documented on the Wu-Tang Clan track "A Better Tomorrow". He appeared with all the clan members during the VH1 Hip-Hop Honors, as well as on tour for the release of Wu Tang Clan's latest album, 8 Diagrams. U-God released his third studio album Dopium in 2009 and touring around the globe in support of 8 Diagrams. He released his fourth studio album Keynote Speaker in 2013.
Name: U-God
Real Name: Lamont Hawkins
Web: www.myspace.com/ugod
Stomp Da Roach
U-God Lyrics
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It's the sasquath, Jackpot
The roach killer, that's what we do
You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards
[Scotty Wotty:]
We ain't tripping, read the sentence
The Gods got it locked like upper Maine in Sam Quinten
Walking round like Deebo, cause you slight built
It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard
We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras
And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad
Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab
Vaccum packed, concealed, no room for breath
I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death
So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on
And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns
And eat with the beast, in the valley of death
Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left
Stomp out a roach with the decon breath
All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo
[U-God:]
Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on
Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on
You can run on, and start ducking and dodging
I pluck you, crush you right between the margin
I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid
The black flag nigga, the bio hazard
The econimist of the bio standard
And he sprayed the myst on them fly's that landed
And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but
I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks
Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box
Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks
Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops
Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block
Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach
[GZA:]
They known to leech off people for, years and years
They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas ears
They set up shops in apartments in projects
Bold enough to roll up on, any object
Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off
They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth
They keep they antennas up, the signals strong
They got the neighborhood bugged, that's how they survived so long
Immune to 'combats' and, household 'raids'
Like informants that's living off, government aid
We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays
Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays
Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat
Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap
A small time nigga, who didn't have a clue
It take a million of ya'll just to fill up my shoe
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
['The Godfather' sample:]
How long till you get me off the hook? For old time's sake
I can't do it, Sally
Don't ever take sides with anyone, against the family again ever
"Stomp Da Roach" is a hard-hitting hip-hop song about killing roaches. The song features verses by Scotty Wotty, U-God and GZA. The intro of the song talks about how they kill roaches as a profession, but it's not meant to be taken seriously. The lyrics of the song talk about killing roaches and throwing them away like trash. They also talk about their superior skills of killing roaches, which is compared to the way one would kill an opponent in a fight. Scotty Wotty raps about how he doesn't care about trivial things like muscle milk and how it's a dirty job killing roaches, but they get it done. U-God raps about the different ways he kills roaches, like crushing them between the margins, shaking them off his shoes and socks, and throwing his finger at the hip hop cops. GZA raps about how roaches are like leeches that cause trouble and set up shops in projects. He also talks about how they are immune to combat and household raids and that it takes a million of them to fill up his shoe.
Line by Line Meaning
It's the sasquath, Jackpot
Scotty Wotty is introducing himself as a big and powerful person
The roach killer, that's what we do
The group is known for their ability to exterminate roaches
You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards
Scotty Wotty is addressing roaches as little and creepy creatures that the group hates
We ain't tripping, read the sentence
The group is not worried or bothered about anything, and wants others to understand their message
The Gods got it locked like upper Maine in Sam Quinten
The group is confident in their abilities and control, like prisoners in the securest part of the main prison
You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed
Drinking muscle milk will not help you survive against the group, and may even lead to your death
Walking round like Deebo, cause you slight built
Being small like Deebo may make you feel tough, but you are still weak and vulnerable
It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard
Exterminating roaches is a tough and unpleasant job, but the group does it very well
We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras
The group can turn a dull situation into a lively and joyful party, like Mardi Gras
And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad
No one is upset or angry, it's just that the group has a strong passion for what they do
Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab
When you look defeated and weak, like a dead body, people may not want to associate with you
Vaccum packed, concealed, no room for breath
Roaches can be sealed up and suffocated using a vacuum, leaving no opportunity for escape
I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death
U-God is confident with the microphone, and pledges to perform so powerfully that it will feel like death to the listener
So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
The group repeats the phrase to emphasize their hatred of roaches and determination to exterminate them
When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on
GZA is describing his shoes, saying they have gripping soles but no clip (to attach accessories)
And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns
GZA likes to listen to The O'Jays, and compares his enjoyment to actor Christopher Plummer's name
And eat with the beast, in the valley of death
GZA is comfortable in rough situations, even if it involves eating with wild animals in a dangerous place
Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left
GZA is right-handed but skilled at using his left hand to shoot a gun
Stomp out a roach with the decon breath
Using a pesticide called decon, the group can efficiently kill roaches by their toxic breath
All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death
The group addresses roaches as rats, and pledges to step on them until they are dead
Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on
Just a little more time before their plan (to exterminate roaches) is in full effect
Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on
Roaches flee in fear when the lights are suddenly turned on, which is when the group kills them
You can run on, and start ducking and dodging
Roaches may try to evade the group's attempts to kill them by dodging and running away
I pluck you, crush you right between the margin
U-God catches and crushes roaches with precision and ease, like pressing them between the margins of a book
I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid
U-God is the leader of the group, and is as powerful and effective as boric acid (a type of pesticide)
The black flag nigga, the bio hazard
The group is dangerous like a black flag signaling danger, and as hazardous as biological waste
The econimist of the bio standard
The group understands and follows the most effective practices of using pesticides to control pest populations
And he sprayed the myst on them fly's that landed
U-God sprays an unknown substance (myst) on flies that land nearby
And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but
U-God can be straightforward or more secretive about his pest control operations
I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks
U-God has roaches on his footwear and is shaking them off
Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box
U-God finds roaches in his cereal box and removes them
Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks
U-God takes extreme measures to keep roaches out by changing the locks of his home, potentially to keep his girlfriend safe from pests too
Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops
U-God dismisses any authority figures, such as cops targeting hip hop artists, as nonsense
Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block
U-God puts on his Timberland boots and goes out to exterminate roaches in his local area
They known to leech off people for, years and years
Roaches have been known to feed off human waste and resources for a long time
They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas ears
Roaches can be a nuisance by crawling around in people's ears
They set up shops in apartments in projects
Roaches can infest and live in apartments and housing projects like they are running their own businesses
Bold enough to roll up on, any object
Roaches are daring enough to approach any object, including humans or pets
Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off
Roaches can cling onto clothing or equipments so tightly that they could peel off the label
They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth
Roaches compete with each other to grab even the smallest crumbs off a table
They keep they antennas up, the signals strong
Roaches are always alert and responsive to the environment, with strong senses
They got the neighborhood bugged, that's how they survived so long
Roaches have been very successful in surviving due to their ability to survive anywhere in the neighborhood
Immune to 'combats' and, household 'raids'
Roaches have become resistant to insecticides such as combat and more common household sprays
Like informants that's living off, government aid
Roaches remind GZA of informants who rely on government aid to get by
We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays
The group leaves dead roaches in the garbage where they belong
Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays
The group burns the garbage, including dead roaches, and removes their presence once and for all
Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat
Roaches do not interest dogs but can get chased around by cats
Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap
Roaches are like sneaky rats that eventually get caught in traps laid out by the group
A small time nigga, who didn't have a clue
Roaches are nothing compared to the power and expertise of the group
It take a million of ya'll just to fill up my shoe
The group counts themselves as very powerful and roaches as insignificant, it takes a lot of them to matter
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GARY E. GRICE, LAMONT HAWKINS, SCOTTY WATTEY
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@alboman9752
Intro: Scotty Wotty]
It's the Sasquatch, the Jackpot
The roach killer, that's what we do
You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards
[Verse 1: Scotty Wotty]
We ain't tripping, read the sentence
The Gods got it locked like up on Main in San Quentin
You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed
Walking round like Deebo, 'cause you slight built
It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard
We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras
And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad
Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab
Vacuum packed, concealed, no room for breath
I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death
So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on
And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns
And eat with the beast, in the valley of death
Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left
Stomp out a roach with the D-Con breath
All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death
[Chorus: Scotty Wotty]
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo
[Verse 2: U-God]
Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on
Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on
You can run on, and start ducking and dodging
I pluck you, crush you right between the margin
I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid
The black flag nigga, the bio hazard
The economist of the bio standard
And he sprayed the mist on them fly's that landed
And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but
I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks
Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box
Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks
Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops
Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block
'Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
[Chorus: U-God]
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach
[Verse 3: GZA]
They known to leech off people for, years and years
They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas' ears
They set up shops in apartments in projects
Bold enough to roll up on, any object
Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off
They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth
They keep they antennas up, the signals strong
They got the neighborhood bugged
That's how they survived so long
Immune to combats and household raids
Like informants that's living off, government aid
We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays
Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays
Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat
Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap
A small time nigga, who didn't have a clue
It take a million of y'all just to fill up my shoe
[Chorus: GZA]
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
[Outro: 'The Godfather' sample]
How long till you get me off the hook?
For old time's sake I can't do it, Sally
Don't ever take sides with anyone, against the family again ever
@senjudaemon
Intro: Scotty Wotty]
It's the Sasquatch, the Jackpot
The roach killer, that's what we do
You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards
[Verse 1: Scotty Wotty]
We ain't tripping, read the sentence
The Gods got it locked like up on Main in San Quentin
You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed
Walking round like Deebo, 'cause you slight built
It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard
We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras
And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad
Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab
Vacuum packed, concealed, no room for breath
I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death
So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on
And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns
And eat with the beast, in the valley of death
Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left
Stomp out a roach with the D-Con breath
All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death
[Chorus: Scotty Wotty]
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo
[Verse 2: U-God]
Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on
Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on
You can run on, and start ducking and dodging
I pluck you, crush you right between the margin
I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid
The black flag nigga, the bio hazard
The economist of the bio standard
And he sprayed the mist on them flies that landed
And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but
I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks
Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box
Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks
Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops
Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block
'Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
[Chorus: U-God]
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach
[Verse 3: GZA]
They known to leech off people for, years and years
They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas' ears
They set up shops in apartments and projects
Bold enough to roll up on, any object
Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off
They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth
They keep they antennas up, the signals strong
They got the neighborhood bugged
That's how they survived so long
Immune to combats and household raids
Like informants that's living off, government aid
We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays
Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays
Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat
Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap
A small time nigga, who didn't have a clue
It take a million of y'all just to fill up my shoe
[Chorus: GZA]
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
[Outro: 'The Godfather' sample]
How long till you get me off the hook?
For old time's sake I can't do it, Sally
Don't ever take sides with anyone, against the family again ever
@maimbolwakamanga4004
One of Gza's sick verses...
@breffaloco
real dope boy music....those nights are embedded in my brain like these lyrics...
@chancregister2714
"Take a million of y'all to fill up my shoe"
@monaijams7309
Dopest track eva!
@EMMmaximino
ignored by the dog, but chased by the kat lol
@chrisarmit6252
Was hard to find so I stomped da rouch n the wisdom flowed like I was a pharaoh knew my place so I picked it up n showed courage
@raymondbennettjr.8845
Scotty wotty sounds similar to treach from naughty he nice though flow on point
@kyle108
🤣 Outstanding
@youngmalcolm8603
I'm here cuz of Kevin Taylor
@jonathankinney14
Timeless