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!