The Next Step II

[Intro] Well, we’re movin’ on up… Be the champion… Step up front Check it Step up front Step up, step up, nigga, step up Tell ‘em who you is, man Tell ‘em who you is, man [Double K:] Yo, it’s the West Coast, shit-talking b-boy from the Eighties Y’all niggas know the name, the game won’t change You heard it plenty of times, said it in many of rhymes No need to repeat, just listen to the beat And you see where we’re coming from, it’s what you running from Over there in the dark, with the funky old drummer I’m about to break it down like it should’ve been broke Way back, before dudes was coming way whack We one step ahead of y'all stupid motherfuckers Got your girl singing over a loop Well, that’s cute Yo, no time for good looks, keep that shit on CD ‘Cause the P’s blacking niggas out, you only get one try Everybody’s curious to hear what we’re bringing, nothing soft Just wicked beats to keep your ears ringing, like bass in your face You heard it a long time ago Rockin’ people under Thes Since I had a broke fo’, and here’s the logo for all the people in the West From Seattle to the Burg, but aloe socks you in the chest Take one step up and see my name on the decks, figure it out You would guess, getting made into a mess That little girl’s in a dress Ay-yo, that’s the style ‘Cause I’ll beat you on a road that only rides half a mile So when you fall off, I’ll be right here making much noise Using your promo as toys, you get paranoid and say what These two dudes ain’t joking, damn right Next Step, get you vexed, People Under The Stairs Beware and don’t enter, beware and don’t enter Brother Thes is up next, so beware and don’t enter… [Hook] That’s called a step, that’s called a step Then I follow with the next one Step up y’all [Thes One:] It’s the Next Step, Part Two, slept on the first Worse if you slumber on the sequel, one verse, versus us, no equal On the planet this Hispanic take not a granite rock for granted I love it all, trees, and I rock for free, I rock steadily, like Aretha It’s the People beneath the staircase where placed funk flows steadily Rock tracks, I sit back, catch the contact, and I just wait My Next Step: create a way to communicate on tape, I grab a pen Sparks fly off the paper, taper off into an entity, recall the P P equals Double K and me, T-H-E-S-O-N-E Do you know any b-boys that are making some noise Yes Who? Double K and Thes Ooh, those brothers are really bad One’s dad used to play the drums And the other played the congas with his thumbs, and his sons They got the funk, too Who? Hey, that’s us dude Dum da-dum da-da-da doo-doo I represent all my Latins up in Harvard Heights Twentysomething females, switch off the wild nights Open mics get a grand opening, all nights Capital P rock the party, aiight? [Outro] That’s called a step, that’s called a step Ay-yo, we’re moving on up