Well, we’re movin’ on up…Be the champion…Step up frontCheck itStep up frontStep up, step up, nigga, step upTell ‘em who you is, manTell ‘em who you is, manYo, it’s the West Coast, shit-talking b-boy from the EightiesY’all niggas know the name, the game won’t changeYou heard it plenty of times, said it in many of rhymesNo need to repeat, just listen to the beatAnd you see where we’re coming from, it’s what you running fromOver there in the dark, with the funky old drummerI’m about to break it down like it should’ve been brokeWay back, before dudes was coming way whackWe one step ahead of y'all stupid motherfuckersGot your girl singing over a loopWell, that’s cuteYo, no time for good looks, keep that shit on CD‘Cause the P’s blacking niggas out, you only get one tryEverybody’s curious to hear what we’re bringing, nothing softJust wicked beats to keep your ears ringing, like bass in your faceYou heard it a long time agoRockin’ people under ThesSince I had a broke fo’, and here’s the logo for all the people in the WestFrom Seattle to the Burg, but aloe socks you in the chestTake one step up and see my name on the decks, figure it outYou would guess, getting made into a messThat little girl’s in a dressAy-yo, that’s the style‘Cause I’ll beat you on a road that only rides half a mileSo when you fall off, I’ll be right here making much noiseUsing your promo as toys, you get paranoid and say whatThese two dudes ain’t joking, damn rightNext Step, get you vexed, People Under The StairsBeware and don’t enter, beware and don’t enterBrother Thes is up next, so beware and don’t enter…That’s called a step, that’s called a stepThen I follow with the next oneStep up y’allIt’s the Next Step, Part Two, slept on the firstWorse if you slumber on the sequel, one, versus us, no equalOn the planet this Hispanic take not a granite rock for grantedI love it all, trees, and I rock for free, I rock steadily, like ArethaIt’s the People beneath the staircase where placed funk flows steadilyRock tracks, I sit back, catch the contact, and I just waitMy Next Step: create a way to communicate on tape, I grab a penSparks fly off the paper, taper off into an entity, recall the PP equals Double K and me, T-H-E-S-O-N-EDo you know any b-boys that are making some noiseYesWho?Double K and ThesOoh, those brothers are really badOne’s dad used to play the drumsAnd the other played the congas with his thumbs, and his sonsThey got the funk, tooWho?Hey, that’s us dudeDum da-dum da-da-da doo-dooI represent all my Latins up in Harvard HeightsTwentysomething females, switch off the wild nightsOpen mics get a grand opening, all nightsCapital P rock the party, aiight?That’s called a step, that’s called a stepAy-yo, we’re moving on up
