Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Easy Back It Up, artist - Styles of Beyond. Album song 2000 Fold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.06.1999
Record label: Ideal
Song language: English
Easy Back It Up |
| It was 11:33, just wakin up to write |
| Got plans to meet my man at the jam tonight |
| Got a call from Tiger Chan, he said, «Whassup Tak'?» |
| Yo my car broke down, meet me at the bus stop |
| «What time?» |
| About five, I’ll be ready when I’m done |
| 4:22, turn twenty-one, so you know |
| Threw on my shades to block the rays from the sun |
| I stepped out the door and now my day’s begun |
| So I’m walkin down the block, think about that girl Britney |
| Knowin that I’m goin to the club to get tipsy |
| If I step out of line, would she soon forget me |
| I don’t know — I’m Dazed and Confused like a hippie |
| Waitin on the corner for the four-door Honda |
| Picked me up, with the switch seat recliner |
| Yo I hear the horn blowin from these girls behind us |
| I turned around to look and they got all obnoxious |
| They recognize the face, «Can we get your autograph?» |
| Yo I turned back to Ryu and we started to laugh |
| «We got a show to do tonight,» that’s what I yelled out the window |
| They pulled up on the side, with a pen and pad for info |
| One had pretty eyes, with the buttermilk complexion |
| So I ran it down the line with the directions, yo. |
| Everytime we got a jam to make |
| We make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate |
| Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place |
| It’s the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate |
| (What what what what?) |
| Put the needle on the plate |
| (uhh. uhh.) |
| Put the needle on the plate |
| (yeah UH) |
| «Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up» -] Q-Tip (repeat 3X) |
| Steppin out in style, three dimensional light beams |
| Knight Queens and Club Kings swingin hype cling |
| Trippin over bottles of Moet on my way to the dancefloor |
| Pan-thers, freakin my folklore |
| My bloody roar buddy deplore cunning game to transform |
| And trap a dame flat in nine seconds we take aim |
| Change to battle beast, that’ll cease, any attempt |
| In petty offensive diss to my click |
| We move quick, you might not even recognize my presence |
| Thirty second assassination sedation weapons |
| Step into the club, all these thugs wanna shoot me |
| Because I’m well known at the spot, they call me roofies |
| Hittin hard rocks when I travel through veins |
| And wake up in three days not remeberin thangs |
| The reign of the poetry prince of darkness the martian |
| Stompin, from California to Boston, Lost in Space |
| So take caution, face the facts, harken |
| Eagle talon attack, pack it up often |
| Audio abortion, Distortion Orphans |
| Corporate, decaptitated three-headed horsemen |
| Shredded portions of serial murder endorsement |
| Course across clubs and fold my armed forces |
| Everytime we got a jam to make |
| We make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate |
| Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place |
| It’s the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate |
| (What what what what?) |
| Put the needle on the plate |
| (uhh. uhh.) |
| Put the needle on the plate |
| (yeah UH) |
| «Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up» -] |