Lyrics:
a nigga slow down
Keep rapping until I blow
And I already put one on for the team
Step one, step two
Little bitch, now I'm him
If a nigga step to me
Pop
risk and risk it, maybe things will turn out different
Them guys too scared on the mains, way too stressed, I'll catch them slipping
Burning ash, mix
Na slayers
Don't play, I coach an' pick players
In Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked an' stolen
Step back, I'm holdin', bitches be rollin'
Ghetto
dissin'
Back on the four lane freeway
Next stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is rough
But the Mixalot game is tough
Spot a young girl and I
(";A loser!";)
I crack another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-you? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come
on this one
It's only if you got swag
Hit that mean two step to this shit
Fitted on lean
Got it tilted to the side
Yeah
So fly
Yeah
Two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
And this not Garden 2
I tell her pipe down when I pipe it (yeah)
Superhero shit
I turn your main ho to a side chick
Cash step in the Cement 3's
He want
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
freak in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four lane freeway
Next stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is rough
But the Mixalot game is tough
being led to the captain's office
I was still just trying to figure out what I
Was about to go through i got lost in
The thought of how each step that I
nigga wildin' I'm born right out of 2000
Whats crazy I'm aged by the years
Know that stunting a catchy youngin' that keep bumping' , they screaming boy 2
with the shiny lights all on my neck, AP, two-tone, boogers and baguettes
My main bitch, Monifa, diva, Your main bitch more like a madea, I'm finna roll
a verse?
What's my budget for a burner?
Really tryna let it burst
Mix the Henny with the Henny
Really tryna get home burst
I told my jail niggas, "head high"
not sippin on 40s
I’m by myself, I’m just tryna quarantine
I’m smoking on Runtz, this shit got me soaring yea
I’m in the studio tryna make this enormous
crib
Let's go
Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I'm bout to double up
You know I'm 'bout to double up
could hustle up the cash for it
I'm a multifaceted, none of this by accident
Type of nigga, I been planning out exactly how its happening
I'm no steps
theyre done
Lets put it in the oven and
wait and wait
Make yummy tummy cookies
Lets decorate the cookies
step by step
One two three
Pop pop pop
On some Queens bridge survival shit, we strike like that
Full force, we blast at your main source
As I sit back don, I think about my past
When my
on the floor, two steps to the side
Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh
I got sour diesel roll
One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out
peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
the tooth fairy trying to step
A , that’s how it B C D niggas ain’t gone help
Every since E got grazed F'ing G lock on my belt
And I been rocking by my self
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