A-Trak, Little Brother - Step Off lyrics
[A-Trak, Little Brother - Step Off lyrics]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, one time
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, two time
I'm runnin out of shit to say
For these 8 bar intros!
"One time, two time, ay nigga
Check it" all that shit
I'm sick of that shit
So I ain't gon' tell you that
A Trak did the beat
I ain't gon tell you it's Little Brother
I ain't gon tell you it's Phonte (yeah)
Big Pooh, show them what you ha-HAVVVE!
Fresh off the road, right back to the beats
Back to the heat
Homie that's back to the streets
I've been gone a few weeks, no visible rust
Nobody do it better than us
Livewire, Limewire
I acquire the next best fire
No surprise, a nigga downloadin himself
You can have the fame
Poobie got a taste for the wealth
Put fam first, nobody else
Build a bridge, get over yourself
Cause he's back in the Chopp Shopp
It's, Phonte nigga, knock knock
Peace to all area crews who's
Steady makin they moves
That's 21st, but a team at our block
I ain't get in the game
For fifteen minutes of fame
My name cain't be contained in ya stopwatch
Nigga, me and Pooh is a two-piece
And this A Trak is a, labor of love
No need to induce me let's GO!
I know you want somethin to dance to
Dance to - Two step, little romance to
'Macne to - But
If he ain't smooth on the floor like me
This is whatchu better tell 'em if he ask you
I say step off, step off, s-step off
Say step off, step off, s-step off
(Step off, step off, st-step off)
(Step off, step off, st-step off)
Uh, Tay is, so fluent when I do it
He the truest one
The deck is stack and the odds are two to one
And even though we didn't move any unit's
Son
I rock shows and the crowd moves in unison
Like Tay's flow is Beyonders
The type most niggas get lost, and I swear
My rap sheet should come wit
A Complice 2 and compass my accomplishments
I think y'all really don't want this nigga
One of the best, I don't care if you know
Four years, three albums and a hell of a show
Got a, hell of a flow
You ain't smellin me though
'Fore it's all said and done
I'mma settle the sco'
Settle the Mo', wit another bottle fo sho'
J wall settled down on the flo'
It's been a great night
Honeys callin, Bull City grab a late bite
Pray to God we make it to the crib alright
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, two time
I'm runnin out of shit to say
For these 8 bar intros!
"One time, two time, ay nigga
Check it" all that shit
I'm sick of that shit
So I ain't gon' tell you that
A Trak did the beat
I ain't gon tell you it's Little Brother
I ain't gon tell you it's Phonte (yeah)
Big Pooh, show them what you ha-HAVVVE!
Fresh off the road, right back to the beats
Back to the heat
Homie that's back to the streets
I've been gone a few weeks, no visible rust
Nobody do it better than us
Livewire, Limewire
I acquire the next best fire
No surprise, a nigga downloadin himself
You can have the fame
Poobie got a taste for the wealth
Put fam first, nobody else
Build a bridge, get over yourself
Cause he's back in the Chopp Shopp
It's, Phonte nigga, knock knock
Peace to all area crews who's
Steady makin they moves
That's 21st, but a team at our block
I ain't get in the game
For fifteen minutes of fame
My name cain't be contained in ya stopwatch
Nigga, me and Pooh is a two-piece
And this A Trak is a, labor of love
No need to induce me let's GO!
I know you want somethin to dance to
Dance to - Two step, little romance to
'Macne to - But
If he ain't smooth on the floor like me
This is whatchu better tell 'em if he ask you
I say step off, step off, s-step off
Say step off, step off, s-step off
(Step off, step off, st-step off)
(Step off, step off, st-step off)
Uh, Tay is, so fluent when I do it
He the truest one
The deck is stack and the odds are two to one
And even though we didn't move any unit's
Son
I rock shows and the crowd moves in unison
Like Tay's flow is Beyonders
The type most niggas get lost, and I swear
My rap sheet should come wit
A Complice 2 and compass my accomplishments
I think y'all really don't want this nigga
One of the best, I don't care if you know
Four years, three albums and a hell of a show
Got a, hell of a flow
You ain't smellin me though
'Fore it's all said and done
I'mma settle the sco'
Settle the Mo', wit another bottle fo sho'
J wall settled down on the flo'
It's been a great night
Honeys callin, Bull City grab a late bite
Pray to God we make it to the crib alright