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A Tribe Called Quest - Steppin' it up - текст песни, видео

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A Tribe Called Quest - Steppin' it up - текст песни, видео

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Авторы музыки: Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Taylor, James Yancey, Ali Shaheed Muhammad

[Q-Tip]	Phife Dawg
[Phife]	yo Kamal
[Q-Tip]	Reggie Noble
[Redman]	up in here
[Q-Tip]	yo Busta-bust, yo it's time to step up

[Busta Rhymes]
You know I plaster, nothing to path
And mastered every way you slap the bitch backwards
Uh-oh, aiyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so
When we move yes, sometimes we lay low
Aiyo, big up my little (brother) Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and tomato
To (who) is that, especially for niggas who pay no
Attention to instructions, like they still runnin' so big y'all
Wonderin' how it's activate real quick
But they like to go about five feet more with an extra (dick)
One (stick) holdin' my hand when I'm rockin' the mic
The extra (stick) blow up the (girl) for the rest of the night
Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggas
They tough niggas, snuff niggas
I know the club got enough niggas
To slap your face expert, who the next jerk
To make me exert heat (screw it)
And let me network

[Q-Tip]	yo Reggie Noble
[Redman]	feel me, yo Busta-bust
[Busta]	what up
[Q-Tip]	yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up

Yo what the fuck, unh
Check it here, peep the four-man transaction
Phife diggy Dawg, we on some tart short mackin'
You know my steez, there's no time for relaxin'
Word to Reggie, yo it's time for some action
Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin'
Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen
Yo Busta-bust, do you hear violator faxin'
Eighty g's for one show, that's satisfaction
Now which mc feel like he's fuckin' with this here
Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah
Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish
My rep is niggas in the afro-one coolage
Remember white shadow, my clicks stay sharper than an arrow
Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow
Freestylin' son, like there was no tommorrow
Hence the reason why y'all bug cats all love to follow
Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit 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
Yo pussy take this mic from this pussy, make 'em run it
Five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it

[Busta]	yo Reggie Noble
[Redman]	blow, yo Phife diggy
[Phife]	what up
[Busta]	yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up

Check it out
The original shit, we makin' it
Takin' it to the extremes
We breakin' it
When we get inside a zone
Nig, you thought that it's good
All you jelly cats stop marinatin' my wood
Niggas grab the mic with loads of malarky
I braid the knowledge and will the anarchy
Put it on poo-putz who's unsettled with ignorance
Give the last sentence with pointence and dilagence
Eighteen wheelin' through niggas like truckers
Breakin' ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
Gauranteein' 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
The wigama roll, we buy a fort and control
We the musical equation of the whole entire nation

[Q-Tip]	yo Phife Dawg
[Phife]	yes Kamal
[Q-Tip]	Busta-bust
[Busta]	what up
[Q-Tip]	yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up

Yo yo, I'm just an ill nigga
Don't got it all up stairs
Ridin' (steez) get the (meat)
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 ass 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's ninety nine million
Yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dimaond trow
Forty below, I'm thawn when it's time throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a massouse
Funk doc gets the money
And best beleive I went through more trees than Sonny
Me, Kamal, Busta-bust, Phife Dawg
Shit (all you brothers) get lysol
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