Pip Skid - Step To Gettin' lyrics

[Scratching] "Stepping" "You better recognize" - Diamond D [Verse 1: John Smith] (I get drunk) Man, we get drunk as f** Hit the stage, light up and then lump your mug Jagermeister and Keith (give me two of those) Make Pipi spend a bill and then lose your fold Oooh, this ain't your mic, get your own And no you can't freestyle, leave me alone I'm mean but I'm mean to remorseless You turn to dance floor to three feet of corpses Girl wind and mash, we played a dance hall Now find your man after the last call Dine, dash, you better run fast y'all I rhyme for cash see, ball or bail When I leave the crib it's weed, wallet and scale When I need to split, I call a cab on the cell No mask to veil when I'm mad as hell When I'm stepping to getting pa** the fellas [Hook: John Smith] You get to stepping (We step to getting) Who's next to set it? We rep Break Bread, fake heads play dead before it gets gory JoRun, Skratch Bastid and Gordski Ain't no one about to do sh** for me Bump shoulders making moves I ain't sorry Fools must be a text for lessons You get to stepping, we step to getting [Verse 2: Pip Skid] Damn right we get drunk as f** So much merch in the back the trunk is stuck Stomp that s**er, we gon' do this our way How'd you like to make ten bucks the hard way? Ooooh! You're a customer at Pita Pit I'm in for leadership, you ewwww you eat a dick Piece of sh** think you're ready in sight But you manage gotta put peanut bu*ter on the mic Like, yeah, I'm gonna change the game when my sh** drop You need to hush the talk and make a pit stop You ain't 'Pac, ain't Jay, ain't Moe Dee Need to pack up your gear just like a roadie And then the homies will sing, Have You Seen Him? Gave up rap became a ballerina You always stay in this dirt like soccer cleats To stomp and kick like rocking beats Talk is cheap dawg, don't like the speaker Imaginary there's no tea in your tea cup Can't keep up, we pile 'em in a heap P&C some 30 records deep I start to creep if the party is dry Show me your future you're like Marty McFly You hardly try, too busy co*k blocking But what the f** you need to do is stop talking [Hook] [Verse 3: John Smith] Smitty, all he do is listen to gritty raps Sell records, roll spliffs and get busy yeah Drink till tipsy, liquored and sickly Mr. Smith he's a vigorous pip squeak [?]to strip me and I wanna pig out The people pick me to hush up your big mouth Ready to roar, what y'all meddling for? I'm peddling raw with the metal to floor I metamor', [?] a better chorus This a shake down like I just met a dwarf Headed north set the course, we away now From [?] to concrete that's the playground Hard beats, you know Johnny stay foul The saucy, more sloppy than make outs I'm raw beef, talk cheap so I'm still broke It's not me when y'all peep the billfolds Whatcha see ain't what you get These are not threats, we'll accost your set We talk like vets Rookie's dismiss Simply, it's f** off like "Next!" Get Out My Way like 'Mega sh** I'm high off Murphy's Law and adrenaline Of course I never heard of y'all, your crew is reckless You get to stepping, we step to getting [Hook]