paroles de chanson Easy Back It Up - Styles of Beyond
It
was
11:
33,
just
wakin
up
to
write
Got
plans
to
meet
my
man
at
the
jam
tonight
Got
a
call
from
Tiger
Chan,
he
said,
"Whassup
Tak'?"
Yo
my
car
broke
down,
meet
me
at
the
bus
stop
"What
time?"
About
five,
I'll
be
ready
when
I'm
done
4:
22,
turn
twenty-one,
so
you
know
Threw
on
my
shades
to
block
the
rays
from
the
sun
I
stepped
out
the
door
and
now
my
day's
begun
So
I'm
walkin
down
the
block,
think
about
that
girl
Britney
Knowin
that
I'm
goin
to
the
club
to
get
tipsy
If
I
step
out
of
line,
would
she
soon
forget
me
I
don't
know
- I'm
Dazed
and
Confused
like
a
hippie
Waitin
on
the
corner
for
the
four-door
Honda
Picked
me
up,
with
the
switch
seat
recliner
Yo
I
hear
the
horn
blowin
from
these
girls
behind
us
I
turned
around
to
look
and
they
got
all
obnoxious
They
recognize
the
face,
"Can
we
get
your
autograph?"
Yo
I
turned
back
to
Ryu
and
we
started
to
laugh
"We
got
a
show
to
do
tonight,"
that's
what
I
yelled
out
the
window
They
pulled
up
on
the
side,
with
a
pen
and
pad
for
info
One
had
pretty
eyes,
with
the
buttermilk
complexion
So
I
ran
it
down
the
line
with
the
directions,
yo.
[Chorus]
Everytime
we
got
a
jam
to
make
We
make
sure
the
beat
knocks,
we
dig
up
in
the
crate
Once
the
vibe
is
straight,
we
packin
the
place
It's
the
S.O.B.,
put
the
needle
on
the
plate
(What
what
what
what?)
Put
the
needle
on
the
plate
(Uhh.
uhh.)
Put
the
needle
on
the
plate
(Yeah
UH)
[Repeat
x
3]
"Wait
back
it
up,
hup,
easy
back
it
up"
Steppin
out
in
style,
three
dimensional
light
beams
Knight
Queens
and
Club
Kings
swingin
hype
cling
Trippin
over
bottles
of
Moet
on
my
way
to
the
dancefloor
Pan-thers,
freakin
my
folklore
My
bloody
roar
buddy
deplore
cunning
game
to
transform
And
trap
a
dame
flat
in
nine
seconds
we
take
aim
Change
to
battle
beast,
that'll
cease,
any
attempt
In
petty
offensive
diss
to
my
click
We
move
quick,
you
might
not
even
recognize
my
presence
Thirty
second
assassination
sedation
weapon
Step
into
the
club,
all
these
thugs
wanna
shoot
me
Because
I'm
well
known
at
the
spot,
they
call
me
roofies
Hittin
hard
rocks
when
I
travel
through
veins
And
wake
up
in
three
days
not
remeberin
thangs
The
reign
of
the
poetry
prince
of
darkness
the
martian
Stompin,
from
California
to
Boston,
Lost
in
Space
So
take
caution,
face
the
facts,
harken
Eagle
talon
attack,
pack
it
up
often
Audio
abortion,
distortion
offense
Corporate,
decaptitated
three-headed
horsemen
Shredded
portions
of
serial
murder
endorsement
Course
across
clubs
and
fold
my
armed
forces
[Chorus]
Everytime
we
got
a
jam
to
make
We
make
sure
the
beat
knocks,
we
dig
up
in
the
crate
Once
the
vibe
is
straight,
we
packin
the
place
It's
the
S.O.B.,
put
the
needle
on
the
plate
(What
what
what
what?)
Put
the
needle
on
the
plate
(Uhh.
uhh.)
Put
the
needle
on
the
plate
(Yeah
UH)
[Cut
and
Scratched]
"Wait
back
it
up,
hup,
easy
back
it
up"
1 Intro
2 Easy Back It Up
3 Muuvon
4 Dangerous Minds
5 Outro
6 Spies Like Us
7 Styles of Beyond (Style Warz)
8 Winnetka Exit
9 Hollograms
10 Killer Instinct
11 2000 Fold
12 Skullyanamayshun
13 Part II (Endangered)
14 Gollaxowelcome
15 Click Beat Box (interlude)
16 Come Out Your Frame (interlude)
17 Marco Polo
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