a tribe called quest - steppin' it up lyrics
[q-tip] phiiiiiife dawg
[phife] yo kamal
[q-tip] reggie n-ble
[redman] up in ya!
[q-tip] yo busta bus, yo it’s time to step up
[busta rhymes]
you know i plas-ter, the little bas-tard
and mastered the real way you slap the b-tchest n-gg-z backwards
hah! uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever busta rhymes say so (mmmhmm)
when we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)
big up my little n-gg- pedro
make you after the l like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to)
f-ck is that? especially for n-gg-z that will pay no
attention to instructions, like they still wan’ disobey y’all
wonderin how it’s activate real quick?
but then i could grow about five feet more with an extra d-ck!
one d-ck to hold in my hand when i’m rockin the mic
the extra d-ck to blow up the p-ssy for the rest of the night
then i return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough n-gg-z
they tough n-gg-z that snuff n-gg-z (hah)
i know the club got enough n-gg-z (huh!)
to slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
exert heat? f-kkit, let me network!
[redman] ha-hah!
[q-tip] yo reggie n-ble
[redman] feel me, yo busta bus
[busta] what up?
[q-tip] yo phife dawg, yo it’s time to step up
[phife]
yo what the f-ck, ungh!
check it here, peep the four-man transaction (action)
phife diggy dawg, we on some todd shaw mackin (mackin)
you know my stee’, there’s no time for relaxin (relaxin)
word to reggie (phife dawg) yo it’s _time 4 sum aksion_
girl swing yo’ -ss, i can feel you climaxin (climaxin)
don’t even front, you know you wanna make it happen (make it happen!)
yo busta bus, do you hear violator faxin? (mad faxin)
eighty g’s for one show (eighty g’s yo) that’s satisfaction (satisfaction)
now which emcee feel like he f-ckin with dis heah? (this here)
word to queens, i keep sh-t hot like a canish, yeah (nish yeah!)
malik is back, i’m here to make you look foolish (foolish)
my roughest n-gg-z in the apple (apple) on coolidge (coolidge)
remember white shadow? my click stay sharper than an arrow (c’mon)
plus in trinidad i’m treated like the mighty sparrow (uh-huh)
freestylin son, like there was no tommorrow (f-ck it up n-gg- f-ck it up)
hence the reason why your b-tch -ss would love to follow (what?)
two different toasters in your chest will make your sh-t hollow
how’s about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow?
push your wig back, word to big moot and bolo
billy razor, fudge lover, on down to shine lightro (love movement)
yo bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it
five-foot invasion son, you can’t run from it
[busta] yo reggie n-ble
[redman] blaoowww, yo phife diggy!
[phife] what up?
[busta] yo yo kamal it’s your time to step up!
[q-tip]
check it out, the original, sh-t, we makin it
takin it, to the extremes, we breakin it
when we get, inside a zone then you feel that it’s good
all you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood
n-gg-zm grab the mic with loads of malarky
i bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy
put it on pooh-b-tts who’s unsettled with ignorance
give the last sentence with poignance and diligence
eighteen wheelin through n-gg-z like truckers
breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
guaranteein that shorty can move it around
in the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground
contenders don’t you even think to challenge the crown
of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat down
f-ck the rigamarole, we vyin for the control
we the musical equation of the whole entire nation
[q-tip] yo phife dawg
[phife] yes kamal
[q-tip] busta bus
[busta] what up?
[q-tip] yo reggie n-ble yo it’s time to step up
[redman]
yo yo
i’m just a ill n-gg- who don’t got it all up stairs
riding d-ck, get the b-lls til they come in pairs
oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers
cause it might, get kinda wet when i spit this here
yo, i’m six-foot-one with a big -ss gun
to carry it you’d need a waistline the size of big pun
but i move crowds without a gun
like if — the new york state lottery is ninety nine million!
hah-hah, yo, when it’s time to flow i suprise and blow
five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
forty below, i’m thorough when it’s time to throw
the caboose, i’m even hard to be touched by a masousse
whoo-whoo! funk doc gets the money
and best believe i went through more trees than sonny
me, kamal, busta bus, phife dawg
sh-ttin, p-ssy n-gg-z get lysol!
heh heh heh
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