Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Step Up, artist - Pacewon. Album song Won, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.03.2002
Record label: Rufflife
Song language: English
Step Up |
| What we be tellin these cats? |
| Yo, yo. |
| «Step up, nigga» |
| --Step Up-- *echoes* All them niggas out there |
| Tellin on all them niggas violatin STEP UP |
| Yo, yo; |
| from the Himalays to the pyramids of Egypt |
| Pace Won flow is dumb as Forest Gump weeded |
| Lynch Mob’s, Hit Squad’s then I freak with |
| More Golddiggers than E or PMD did |
| (Ha!) Word like so many hoochies on my penis |
| By the time I’m twenty-nine I have more Suns than Phoenix |
| Watch the man bust, pose for the cameras |
| And have reporters running/back like Barry Sanders |
| (Yo!) My habits is spray paint (tsss) and rap fresh |
| Pace Won gets more bank than NatWest |
| Walkin round thinkin which face to slap next |
| Like Latifah my Wrath is Madness |
| Ho-ha, more smooth than Billy D |
| Drinkin Colt 45 eyes slant like Phillipines |
| Serve the baseheads, my raps kill the fiends |
| That wanna MC but don’t know what it means |
| People wanna act large but can’t take charge |
| I tell em --Step Up-- *echoes* |
| Yo, yo; |
| Kids ask me for advice Pace on how to be nice |
| I tell em --Step Up-- *echoes* |
| Yo, yo; |
| If I see your sister cryin or fallin behind |
| I tell her --Step Up-- *echoes* |
| Yo, yo; |
| If you don’t need your teeth and your crew want beef |
| Then you can --Step Up-- *echoes* |
| Yo, yo, Bring em all, yo-yo |
| Since my small days always been real |
| With raps thats more fat/phat than that ass on Kim Fields |
| I’m roastin roaches, poets think I’m Moses |
| Partin oceans, people feel me like emotions |
| A poet and truth, I roll with the jewels |
| Voice of the youth (uh) one a ya diehard boys that’ll shoot |
| Keep my rep up, rappers want somethin tell em --Step Up-- *echoes* |
| Yo, yo; |
| You look soft, I hook off and kick butt |
| Attack like Hitler, if your boys weak avoid me like I was thicker |
| Rollin with the rich kids |
| Slick like the mac of the year, I know bitches |
| They bite you, scratch you, kick you in the groin |
| A two-headed coin that be makin people point (look) |
| And talk soft, but I walked off, I’ll remember |
| Defender of my people, makin legal tender |
| Got it made, no more goin to court now |
| I’m out doin the world while my brother hold the fort down |
| He said, «Pace slit the wrist if the cross you» |
| When your hands are tied, you’re only doin what your forced to |
| Don’t hate the Pace Won just cause my records sellin |
| Find a playa hater and I tell’im |