Step Up

[Intro] Dillagence... Dillagence... Dillagence J Dilla! "Commissioner" Aiyyo! Thanksgiving is coming, so let me feed you niggas Yeah! Ah yo yo [Verse 1] Bus' Rid-hyme! I’m on the M-I-C Dropping them classics, can't you see I've got the lock and key You can’t fuck with me There ain't another nigga coming after me Who be the nicest in this bitch If you dont believes me Just ask the niggas on your block or Dr. D-R-E Don't ever think, pack it to capacity You wanna talk money? Call Chris Lighty Now, you know I hold fort as your favorite MC With bitches crowding over a nigga constantly Leak fire to the street and make my niggas thirsty Bitch! If you dont know – I'll make you beg for mеrcy The way I scorch the party, nigga, certainly I smash shit, thеn I bounce, niggas know I don't play I stay gutter, ya'll niggas parléy It's alright, niggas see me everyday I put the stash in the vault and watch your career decay That's right, nigga, ’cause to do it it would take 2008, bitches Many years later Peace out – yo, Dre! Take me out with the fader... fader... fader... fader... fader... "Commissioner" [Pre-Chorus] If you ain’t knowin' how I feel in this bitch Make niggas rush the door of the spot until they close up Make niggas hot in the club Sweat dripping, drink a bottle of ’gnac until they throw up [Chorus] Okay, nigga Step up – if you wanna thump Okay, bitches Step up – if you wanna fuck Okay, niggas Step it up, turn the volume up Okay, listen I got the prescription to you make niggas step up, step up And make the party jump – step up, step up Now bang it out the trunk – step up, step up I make your block pump – step up, step up Nigga, come on! Step up, step up [Verse 2] Lets get it cracking, nigga Who make bitches wanna slash You niggas already know who got it on smash We used to getting money fast, nigga, give me my cash Don't make me have to reach for the thing in the stash Yo! I cooked the new hot shit to dominate the mass Leak heat to the street, shit spreading like a rash While all you other motherfuckers' shit sounds trash You ain't in my division, not even weight class Make broads shake their ass Nigga, gon’ splash on them bitches When we throw bottles, we probably break a glass Oooooh, if you ain't know! When I'm on the scene, we're so mean in this motherfucker Ya'll blow steam Bounced for a little while, made the hood fiend Seein' they loving I'm back with the new regime Bus-A-Bus, bitch! As the overtaker Save all your doe, I'm about to fuck up all your paper... Paper... paper... paper... paper...! [Pre-Chorus] If you ain't knowin' how I feel in this bitch Make niggas rush the door of the spot until they close up Make niggas hot in the club Sweat dripping, drink a bottle of 'gnac until they throw up [Chorus] Okay, nigga Step up – if you wanna thump Okay, bitches Step up – if you wanna fuck Okay, niggas Step it up, turn the volume up Okay, listen I got the prescription to you make niggas step up, step up And make the party jump – step up, step up And bang it out the trunk – step up, step up I'll make your block pump – step up, step up Nigga, come on – step up, step up [Outro] Scratchator! Yeah! Food for the hood to feast on for the Thanksgiving! Heh... heh... heh... Flipmode, bitch!