Easy Back It Up Lyrics - Singles - 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 

Every time 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 

Put the needle on the plate, put the needle on the plate 

Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up 

Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up 

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 

Panthers, 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, decapitated three-headed horsemen 

Shredded portions of serial murder endorsement 

Course across clubs and fold my armed forces 

Every time 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 

Put the needle on the plate, put the needle on the plate 

Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up 

Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up 

Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up 

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