Step to the Rear Lyrics
| Song | Step to the Rear |
| Artist | Brand Nubian |
| Album | One for All |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dajani, Dixon, Gamble, Ross | |
| Here we go... ("Okay everybody...") ("Step up to this") ("Sing my song") ("Step up to this") ("Sing my song") ("Step up to this") ("Sing my song") ("Step up to this") | |
| Yo Stud, bust it... | |
| Step to the rear, | |
| Grand Pu is on arrival. | |
| Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival. | |
| Runnin' round town givin' all the girls | |
| Puba snacks, | |
| I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac. | |
| Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know. | |
| Smooth as | |
| Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal. | |
| There's no need to try to diss the swinger, baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger. | |
| The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid, you try to step to this? | |
| It's void! | |
| A new hit from the | |
| Grand Man, with nights like the | |
| Sandman, gain for awake in case | |
| I gotta stomp a head out. | |
| Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve, it's possessed with finesse, and it works when | |
| I breathe. | |
| Paid in the shade with an | |
| A, that's the grade, with the papes that | |
| I made from this trade. | |
| So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips if you wanna cash in on the wins. | |
| Grand Puba and | |
| I love to hit skins... ("And you know what?") ("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!") ("I've got a song to sing") ("Here we go") ("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!") ("I've got a song to sing")... | |
| Follow me now. ("Okay everybody") 6x | |
| Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler. | |
| She don't know me, | |
| Money Grip, you better school 'er. | |
| Before I have to play her is a foul way, and catch a quick short stay at the | |
| Holiday. Now forecast as | |
| I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads. | |
| Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed. | |
| From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise, even bunk beds, | |
| I know how to work the leg. | |
| If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer, smooth romancer, let it ring, | |
| I'll probably answer. | |
| So come take a dip with your *private dancer*. | |
| Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty. | |
| But I'm looooong... | |
| I'm like Stretch | |
| Armstrong, | |
| I go, on and on and on and on. | |
| Never in a scandal and | |
| I'm never caught schemin'. | |
| Knew Pu was dope ever since | |
| I was semen. | |
| Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts... but now | |
| I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts. | |
| Arise to respond for the | |
| Max-well, ask well, hell, it don't even matter. | |
| Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter. "Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter." | |
| You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter. | |
| The 90s is here, | |
| Pu is on a mash-out. | |
| Huns that | |
| I've done always seem to pass out. | |
| But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out. | |
| You try to play me? | |
| I have to throw that ass out. | |
| Foes and hoes, good riddance. | |
| Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'. | |
| I'll slide upstairs and see | |
| Chuck at the chop shop, | |
| Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?) | |
| Reel and reel and soul to soul. | |
| Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe. | |
| It really doesn't make a diff, | |
| I'm not the type to riff, | |
| I might smoke a spliff, but | |
| I won't sniff. | |
| And ya don't stop... ("Okay everybody")...now | |
| I'm-a end it like this: | |
| I'm like Superfly | |
| Snuka, know how to hook a hooker, caught her on looker, know where | |
| I took her, to the short stay, around my way, and like | |
| Monie say, "it was the perfect way". | |
| I caught a verse from the | |
| Christian, and it goes "Praise the Lord" | |
| Skins lined up on a wharf for when | |
| I'm bored. | |
| From Na-ru, | |
| I'm in the right mood, and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool. | |
| See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'. | |
| If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'. | |
| Back up, sonny, and let me make my money, then | |
| I'm straight, | |
| I got a date at 8. | |
| So see you brothers later, time to motivate. | |
| Yeah, now bust it... | |
| I'd like to give a shout to my | |
| Brand Nubian brothers, | |
| Lord Jamar, | |
| God Allah, | |
| Derrick X on the flex, and | |
| Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the | |
| SD50s who pumped this. | |
| And I'm-a say, yo, peace... |
| zuo ci : Dajani, Dixon, Gamble, Ross | |
| Here we go... " Okay everybody..." " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" | |
| Yo Stud, bust it... | |
| Step to the rear, | |
| Grand Pu is on arrival. | |
| Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival. | |
| Runnin' round town givin' all the girls | |
| Puba snacks, | |
| I wouldn' t try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac. | |
| Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic rehearse, ya know. | |
| Smooth as | |
| Jermaine, so honey don' t take it personal. | |
| There' s no need to try to diss the swinger, baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger. | |
| The bobaloo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid, you try to step to this? | |
| It' s void! | |
| A new hit from the | |
| Grand Man, with nights like the | |
| Sandman, gain for awake in case | |
| I gotta stomp a head out. | |
| Busted is a trick that' s not up my sleeve, it' s possessed with finesse, and it works when | |
| I breathe. | |
| Paid in the shade with an | |
| A, that' s the grade, with the papes that | |
| I made from this trade. | |
| So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips if you wanna cash in on the wins. | |
| Grand Puba and | |
| I love to hit skins... " And you know what?" " I' ve got a song to sing" " Oh baybay!" " I' ve got a song to sing" " Here we go" " I' ve got a song to sing" " Oh baybay!" " I' ve got a song to sing"... | |
| Follow me now. " Okay everybody" 6x | |
| Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler. | |
| She don' t know me, | |
| Money Grip, you better school ' er. | |
| Before I have to play her is a foul way, and catch a quick short stay at the | |
| Holiday. Now forecast as | |
| I won' t be playin' soccer with the dreads. | |
| Ballin' s my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed. | |
| From fullsize, to kingsize, to queensize, to highrise, even bunk beds, | |
| I know how to work the leg. | |
| If Pu ain' t the answer, then you must be sick as cancer, smooth romancer, let it ring, | |
| I' ll probably answer. | |
| So come take a dip with your private dancer. | |
| Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty. | |
| But I' m looooong... | |
| I' m like Stretch | |
| Armstrong, | |
| I go, on and on and on and on. | |
| Never in a scandal and | |
| I' m never caught schemin'. | |
| Knew Pu was dope ever since | |
| I was semen. | |
| Swimmin' in my daddy' s big nuts... but now | |
| I' m scoopin' girls with the big ole butts. | |
| Arise to respond for the | |
| Maxwell, ask well, hell, it don' t even matter. | |
| Puba ain' t game for the shit chitchatter. " Puba' s in town, oh shit, let' s scatter." | |
| You can hide that ass, but it just don' t matter. | |
| The 90s is here, | |
| Pu is on a mashout. | |
| Huns that | |
| I' ve done always seem to pass out. | |
| But hon wake that ass up, this ain' t the place to crash out. | |
| You try to play me? | |
| I have to throw that ass out. | |
| Foes and hoes, good riddance. | |
| Cuz when Pu comes out, there' ll be no skiddin'. | |
| I' ll slide upstairs and see | |
| Chuck at the chop shop, | |
| Tell ' im fade the size, let a wolf on top. ? | |
| Reel and reel and soul to soul. | |
| Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe. | |
| It really doesn' t make a diff, | |
| I' m not the type to riff, | |
| I might smoke a spliff, but | |
| I won' t sniff. | |
| And ya don' t stop... " Okay everybody"... now | |
| I' ma end it like this: | |
| I' m like Superfly | |
| Snuka, know how to hook a hooker, caught her on looker, know where | |
| I took her, to the short stay, around my way, and like | |
| Monie say, " it was the perfect way". | |
| I caught a verse from the | |
| Christian, and it goes " Praise the Lord" | |
| Skins lined up on a wharf for when | |
| I' m bored. | |
| From Naru, | |
| I' m in the right mood, and if you like the way that this flows, well that' s cool. | |
| See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'. | |
| If you try to bite, then you' re cruisin' for a bruisin'. | |
| Back up, sonny, and let me make my money, then | |
| I' m straight, | |
| I got a date at 8. | |
| So see you brothers later, time to motivate. | |
| Yeah, now bust it... | |
| I' d like to give a shout to my | |
| Brand Nubian brothers, | |
| Lord Jamar, | |
| God Allah, | |
| Derrick X on the flex, and | |
| Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the | |
| SD50s who pumped this. | |
| And I' ma say, yo, peace... |
| zuò cí : Dajani, Dixon, Gamble, Ross | |
| Here we go... " Okay everybody..." " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" | |
| Yo Stud, bust it... | |
| Step to the rear, | |
| Grand Pu is on arrival. | |
| Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival. | |
| Runnin' round town givin' all the girls | |
| Puba snacks, | |
| I wouldn' t try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac. | |
| Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic rehearse, ya know. | |
| Smooth as | |
| Jermaine, so honey don' t take it personal. | |
| There' s no need to try to diss the swinger, baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger. | |
| The bobaloo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid, you try to step to this? | |
| It' s void! | |
| A new hit from the | |
| Grand Man, with nights like the | |
| Sandman, gain for awake in case | |
| I gotta stomp a head out. | |
| Busted is a trick that' s not up my sleeve, it' s possessed with finesse, and it works when | |
| I breathe. | |
| Paid in the shade with an | |
| A, that' s the grade, with the papes that | |
| I made from this trade. | |
| So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips if you wanna cash in on the wins. | |
| Grand Puba and | |
| I love to hit skins... " And you know what?" " I' ve got a song to sing" " Oh baybay!" " I' ve got a song to sing" " Here we go" " I' ve got a song to sing" " Oh baybay!" " I' ve got a song to sing"... | |
| Follow me now. " Okay everybody" 6x | |
| Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler. | |
| She don' t know me, | |
| Money Grip, you better school ' er. | |
| Before I have to play her is a foul way, and catch a quick short stay at the | |
| Holiday. Now forecast as | |
| I won' t be playin' soccer with the dreads. | |
| Ballin' s my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed. | |
| From fullsize, to kingsize, to queensize, to highrise, even bunk beds, | |
| I know how to work the leg. | |
| If Pu ain' t the answer, then you must be sick as cancer, smooth romancer, let it ring, | |
| I' ll probably answer. | |
| So come take a dip with your private dancer. | |
| Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty. | |
| But I' m looooong... | |
| I' m like Stretch | |
| Armstrong, | |
| I go, on and on and on and on. | |
| Never in a scandal and | |
| I' m never caught schemin'. | |
| Knew Pu was dope ever since | |
| I was semen. | |
| Swimmin' in my daddy' s big nuts... but now | |
| I' m scoopin' girls with the big ole butts. | |
| Arise to respond for the | |
| Maxwell, ask well, hell, it don' t even matter. | |
| Puba ain' t game for the shit chitchatter. " Puba' s in town, oh shit, let' s scatter." | |
| You can hide that ass, but it just don' t matter. | |
| The 90s is here, | |
| Pu is on a mashout. | |
| Huns that | |
| I' ve done always seem to pass out. | |
| But hon wake that ass up, this ain' t the place to crash out. | |
| You try to play me? | |
| I have to throw that ass out. | |
| Foes and hoes, good riddance. | |
| Cuz when Pu comes out, there' ll be no skiddin'. | |
| I' ll slide upstairs and see | |
| Chuck at the chop shop, | |
| Tell ' im fade the size, let a wolf on top. ? | |
| Reel and reel and soul to soul. | |
| Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe. | |
| It really doesn' t make a diff, | |
| I' m not the type to riff, | |
| I might smoke a spliff, but | |
| I won' t sniff. | |
| And ya don' t stop... " Okay everybody"... now | |
| I' ma end it like this: | |
| I' m like Superfly | |
| Snuka, know how to hook a hooker, caught her on looker, know where | |
| I took her, to the short stay, around my way, and like | |
| Monie say, " it was the perfect way". | |
| I caught a verse from the | |
| Christian, and it goes " Praise the Lord" | |
| Skins lined up on a wharf for when | |
| I' m bored. | |
| From Naru, | |
| I' m in the right mood, and if you like the way that this flows, well that' s cool. | |
| See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'. | |
| If you try to bite, then you' re cruisin' for a bruisin'. | |
| Back up, sonny, and let me make my money, then | |
| I' m straight, | |
| I got a date at 8. | |
| So see you brothers later, time to motivate. | |
| Yeah, now bust it... | |
| I' d like to give a shout to my | |
| Brand Nubian brothers, | |
| Lord Jamar, | |
| God Allah, | |
| Derrick X on the flex, and | |
| Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the | |
| SD50s who pumped this. | |
| And I' ma say, yo, peace... |
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