Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Next Step II, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song The Next Step, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.10.1999
Record label: Om
Song language: English
The Next Step II |
Well, we’re movin' on up… |
Be the champion… |
Step up front |
Check it |
Step up front |
Step up, step up, nigga, step up |
Tell ‘em who you is, man |
Tell ‘em who you is, man |
Yo, it’s the West Coast, shit-talking b-boy from the Eighties |
Y’all niggas know the name, the game won’t change |
You heard it plenty of times, said it in many of rhymes |
No need to repeat, just listen to the beat |
And you see where we’re coming from, it’s what you running from |
Over there in the dark, with the funky old drummer |
I’m about to break it down like it should’ve been broke |
Way back, before dudes was coming way whack |
We one step ahead of y’all stupid motherfuckers |
Got your girl singing over a loop |
Well, that’s cute |
Yo, no time for good looks, keep that shit on CD |
‘Cause the P’s blacking niggas out, you only get one try |
Everybody’s curious to hear what we’re bringing, nothing soft |
Just wicked beats to keep your ears ringing, like bass in your face |
You heard it a long time ago |
Rockin' people under Thes |
Since I had a broke fo', and here’s the logo for all the people in the West |
From Seattle to the Burg, but aloe socks you in the chest |
Take one step up and see my name on the decks, figure it out |
You would guess, getting made into a mess |
That little girl’s in a dress |
Ay-yo, that’s the style |
‘Cause I’ll beat you on a road that only rides half a mile |
So when you fall off, I’ll be right here making much noise |
Using your promo as toys, you get paranoid and say what |
These two dudes ain’t joking, damn right |
Next Step, get you vexed, People Under The Stairs |
Beware and don’t enter, beware and don’t enter |
Brother Thes is up next, so beware and don’t enter… |
That’s called a step, that’s called a step |
Then I follow with the next one |
Step up y’all |
It’s the Next Step, Part Two, slept on the first |
Worse if you slumber on the sequel, one verse, versus us, no equal |
On the planet this Hispanic take not a granite rock for granted |
I love it all, trees, and I rock for free, I rock steadily, like Aretha |
It’s the People beneath the staircase where placed funk flows steadily |
Rock tracks, I sit back, catch the contact, and I just wait |
My Next Step: create a way to communicate on tape, I grab a pen |
Sparks fly off the paper, taper off into an entity, recall the P |
P equals Double K and me, T-H-E-S-O-N-E |
Do you know any b-boys that are making some noise |
Yes |
Who? |
Double K and Thes |
Ooh, those brothers are really bad |
One’s dad used to play the drums |
And the other played the congas with his thumbs, and his sons |
They got the funk, too |
Who? |
Hey, that’s us dude |
Dum da-dum da-da-da doo-doo |
I represent all my Latins up in Harvard Heights |
Twentysomething females, switch off the wild nights |
Open mics get a grand opening, all nights |
Capital P rock the party, aiight? |
That’s called a step, that’s called a step |
Ay-yo, we’re moving on up |