Step Up lyrics

J dilla

(the comissioner)


Hey yo
Thanks giving is coming so let me feed you n*ggas
Yer
Yo yo yo
Bust straight up
Im on the m.i.c. c
Dropping them classics can't you see
Ive got the lock and key
You can’t f*ck with me me
Their ain't another n*gga coming after me
Who be the nicest in this b*tch
If you dont believe me
Just ask the n*ggas on the block
Or dr d.r.e. e
Dont ever think negative capacity t
You roll the talk money call chris like t ?
Now, you know our whole fort is your favorite mc
With b*tches drowning over a n*gga
Constantly
Leak fire to the streets and makе my n*ggas thirsty t
b*tch if you dont know
Ill make you beg for mercy c
Thе way i squash the party n*gga certainly
I smash sh*t then i bounce n*ggas know i dont play play
I stay gutter yall n*ggas parlay lay
Its alright n*gga see me everyday i put the stash in the vault
And watch your career decay cay
Thats right n*gga cause their doing it today 2008 b*tches
Many years later b*tch out the way
Take me out with the fader fader fader fader fader
( the comissioner)
If you ain't know it now im feeling this b*tch
Make papers rest the doe at the spot
Until it close up
Fake n*ggas happen in clubs,slip dip and drink a bottle of yak
Untill they throw up
Ok n*gga
Step up,if you want a thump
Ok b*tches
Step up,if you wanna f*ck
Ok n*ggas,turn the volume up
Ok pigeon,i got the perscription to you make n*ggas step up
Step up,and make the party jump step up
Step up,and bang another trunk step up
Step up,ill make your block pump step up
Step up,n*gga come on step up
Step up

Lets get it cracking n*gga
Who make b*tches wanna slash slash
You n*ggas already know who got it on smash
We use to getting money fast n*gga give me my cash cash
Dont make me have to reach for the thing in the stash yo
I cooked the new hot sh*t to dominate the mass
Leak heat to the street
sh*t spreading like a rash rash
All you other mother f*ckers should sound trash trash
You ain’t in my division i be in weight class
Make broads shake their ass
Make it gon splash on them b*tches
When we throw bottles we try we break the glass glass
Ooooow if you ain't know
When im on the scene we so mean in this mother f*cker
Try blow steam steam
Bounce for a little while make the hood fiend fiend
See ya they loving the back with the newer jeans jeans
Busta bust b*tch
As they overtake her
Save all your doe
Im about to f*ck up all your paper paper paper paper paper
If you knowin how i feel in this b*tch
Makes n*ggas rush the doe with the spot
Untill it close up
Fake n*ggas happen in clubs,slip dip and drink a bottle of yak
Untill they throw up
Ok n*gga
Step up,if you want a thump
Ok b*tches
Step up if, you wanna f*ck
Ok n*ggas
Step up,turn the volume up
Ok pigeon,i got the perscription to you make n*ggas step up
Step up,and make the party jump step up
Step up,and bang another trunk step up
Step up,ill make your block pump step up
Step up,n*gga come on step up
Step up

Stetch it tall
Yeh food for the hood to feast on for the thanks giving
Ha ha ha ha
Flip mode b*tch