Swishahouse, Mike Jones, Paul Wall - Step Ya Game Up lyrics
[Swishahouse, Mike Jones, Paul Wall - Step Ya Game Up lyrics]
Know I'm tal'n bout, I'm tired of these old
Lame ass, lazy ass, don't wanna grind ass
But they wanna complain all the time ass
Wish they was me ass, know I'm tal'n bout
I worked for where I'm at
Know I'm tal'n bout swishahouse Swishablast
Swishahouse Swishablast
Step ya game up partna, step ya game up
Step ya game up partna, step ya game up
Get on your grind and go get it
Get your change up
You falling off homeboy, you better change up
Have you ever
Noticed the people that's lazy and lame
Be the same ones crying, and always complain
You on the sidelines partna
Better get in this game you need to change
If you trying to get change
You must of fell on your brain
As a little kid
You wanna shine then you gotta grind homeboy
That's just how it is
Handle your bis', you wishing on a star
For money, hoes, clothes and cars
But you walk by far you think a Bentley
Just gon fall out the sky
You spending all your money worrying about
Being fly and getting high
Stick to the G-Code
All the rules still apply
You slacking on your hustle
Boy you living a lie
You run a block a couple hours
Then you start getting tired
So why hating everytime
I pull up on chrome wires
You need to wake up out your sleep
Cause you falling off
Step ya game up, you getting soft, step it up
Look here hold your nuts cuz
And swallow your fear
Your future's looking kinda shady
But I see quite clear
I'm riding in the fast lane
You still in first gear
You've been driving the same car
For the past five years
You claim to be a baller
But boy really you broke i'm buying bottles
And you barely buying Hennessy and Coke
Take a good look in the mirror, you a joke
You was on the ship to success
But I guess you fell off the boat
You either leave or get left
Buy or get bought break or get broke
Cause it's teach or get taught
I'm the age of a student
But I'm teaching a lesson
Consider it a blessing
For you to be in my presence
You something like a has-been
You was hot back then
But now-a days you ain't nothing
But some dust in the wind get with the time
And quit worrying about mine homie
Get on your grind
And everything gon turn out fine
I be sick and tired of haters
Hating on the fact that I made it
But, it's a funny
A year ago y'all haters said
I wouldn't make it
But now y'all saying I'm overrated
And I got too much hype
But back then you said I'll flop
Cause my flow wasn't tight a year ago
The whole world didn't know my name
So I had to get on my grind
And step up my game
My name Mike Jones and I'm on the microphone
Wrecking tape decks collecting checks
While y'all sitting at home
A lot of people to this day
Be talking down on my flow
But who you know get five thousand
For a flow or a show
Who say "Hi!"s name a hundred times
And still get love from his fans
Who blew up in seven months
And in popular demand
Who you know that got a movie
And some clothes coming out
Who spend shit for the ladies
To keep em running out
Mike Jones nigga, and don't you forget it
While you at home living po'
I'm balling independent
Lame ass, lazy ass, don't wanna grind ass
But they wanna complain all the time ass
Wish they was me ass, know I'm tal'n bout
I worked for where I'm at
Know I'm tal'n bout swishahouse Swishablast
Swishahouse Swishablast
Step ya game up partna, step ya game up
Step ya game up partna, step ya game up
Get on your grind and go get it
Get your change up
You falling off homeboy, you better change up
Have you ever
Noticed the people that's lazy and lame
Be the same ones crying, and always complain
You on the sidelines partna
Better get in this game you need to change
If you trying to get change
You must of fell on your brain
As a little kid
You wanna shine then you gotta grind homeboy
That's just how it is
Handle your bis', you wishing on a star
For money, hoes, clothes and cars
But you walk by far you think a Bentley
Just gon fall out the sky
You spending all your money worrying about
Being fly and getting high
Stick to the G-Code
All the rules still apply
You slacking on your hustle
Boy you living a lie
You run a block a couple hours
Then you start getting tired
So why hating everytime
I pull up on chrome wires
You need to wake up out your sleep
Cause you falling off
Step ya game up, you getting soft, step it up
Look here hold your nuts cuz
And swallow your fear
Your future's looking kinda shady
But I see quite clear
I'm riding in the fast lane
You still in first gear
You've been driving the same car
For the past five years
You claim to be a baller
But boy really you broke i'm buying bottles
And you barely buying Hennessy and Coke
Take a good look in the mirror, you a joke
You was on the ship to success
But I guess you fell off the boat
You either leave or get left
Buy or get bought break or get broke
Cause it's teach or get taught
I'm the age of a student
But I'm teaching a lesson
Consider it a blessing
For you to be in my presence
You something like a has-been
You was hot back then
But now-a days you ain't nothing
But some dust in the wind get with the time
And quit worrying about mine homie
Get on your grind
And everything gon turn out fine
I be sick and tired of haters
Hating on the fact that I made it
But, it's a funny
A year ago y'all haters said
I wouldn't make it
But now y'all saying I'm overrated
And I got too much hype
But back then you said I'll flop
Cause my flow wasn't tight a year ago
The whole world didn't know my name
So I had to get on my grind
And step up my game
My name Mike Jones and I'm on the microphone
Wrecking tape decks collecting checks
While y'all sitting at home
A lot of people to this day
Be talking down on my flow
But who you know get five thousand
For a flow or a show
Who say "Hi!"s name a hundred times
And still get love from his fans
Who blew up in seven months
And in popular demand
Who you know that got a movie
And some clothes coming out
Who spend shit for the ladies
To keep em running out
Mike Jones nigga, and don't you forget it
While you at home living po'
I'm balling independent