me step my game up, game up Step my game up yeah step my game up You make me step my game up, game up Step my game up yeah, my game up You make me step
Перевод: Little Brother. Step It Up.
get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure'
nobody would know, My little brother sucked on a bottle, 'Til he was six, So I'd hide it inside the couch, And say "I don't know where it is," But as
you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't
sand castle? (yeah!) And mama said she wants to show how far she can float And don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat It's just a little scratch - it
street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards Walkin zombied it's ornery Pullin
We keep it gully wit a little latin flare, it’s unfair Oh well, how I still be spitting and keep everybody all up in the mix It’s only right that I shout
it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers You know we got it, you niggas know we
up (baby sham) Caught up in this foul mix-up Tore wide open, bitch’ll need a major stitch-up Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound’ll sniff up (busta
I'm not mistakin Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper Listen to
a pound All of my squad holdin it down Lettin you up The new shit wrekin you up Blowin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days brother
. Crack the smack police man better be Strap step step yep it’s a hit hit. Run run, ha hon it’s another father’s Saw son from behind caught up in time
ain't tryna go back to livin' gutter man That's why I'm stackin' this cheese to feed my mother, man Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man And
on the Flipsyde [Chorus] I'm gonna see you on the Flipsyde And it don't matter if it's right or it's wrong As long as it is and it's all good and
is pure coincidence Oh brother here comes another incident [x2] And if you're innocent, let me see you two step Come on, let me see you two step [x2
’t wholesome They want to put a young brother in folsom And others see me on lockdown But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word To the brother
