Lirik Lagu Step Up - Kurupt
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Daz:Aw yeah!Right about now it's time to get busyHuh, straight out the box, nonstopKurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
(Wait a minute, um)
Crooked I:This is the art of, manslaughterWhen I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath waterYou entered the wrong scuffleYou catchin' a chrome buckleI uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knucklesDeliver the sick verbalsMy shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,your body spin around, in six circlesDiminishin' infamous menacesI'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocentsLyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the regionFreezin g's in your legionFreakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenicianIt's all about CrookedThese bitches shout CrookedI'll make you say the West Coast aint shit without CrookedI own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabledWhen I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tablesI load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at yaNow that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Daz:Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?Can you fucc with this?Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y'all niggas upY'all don't wanna see none of this west coast MC shitYeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!
Kurupt:Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, startsThe storm, my vocals float like artsIn the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhymeMy microphone massacres every year the same timeWith audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talkerUp against the microphone night stalkerWith a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of meAs you can see I continue mashin' MCsCaboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearerExtra-terrestrial microphone terrorIn effect, get infectedTell me what the fucc you expectedThese venemous injectionsI leave whole sections, and
(Wait a minute, um)
Crooked I:This is the art of, manslaughterWhen I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath waterYou entered the wrong scuffleYou catchin' a chrome buckleI uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knucklesDeliver the sick verbalsMy shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,your body spin around, in six circlesDiminishin' infamous menacesI'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocentsLyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the regionFreezin g's in your legionFreakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenicianIt's all about CrookedThese bitches shout CrookedI'll make you say the West Coast aint shit without CrookedI own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabledWhen I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tablesI load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at yaNow that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Daz:Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?Can you fucc with this?Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y'all niggas upY'all don't wanna see none of this west coast MC shitYeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!
Kurupt:Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, startsThe storm, my vocals float like artsIn the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhymeMy microphone massacres every year the same timeWith audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talkerUp against the microphone night stalkerWith a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of meAs you can see I continue mashin' MCsCaboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearerExtra-terrestrial microphone terrorIn effect, get infectedTell me what the fucc you expectedThese venemous injectionsI leave whole sections, and
