Steady Risin' Lyrics
| Song | Steady Risin' |
| Artist | Yo-Yo |
| Album | Total Control |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : DJ U Neek, Foster, Lynn ... | |
| I been on the low for a while, but now | |
| It's time to rise up, so open your eyes up | |
| And recognise the real, that's all up in your grill | |
| Yo-Yo gots the flow, y'all niggas know the deal [x2] | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| It's a must that I thrush world plush a little lush money | |
| Green like sus-money, cream and takes the bus | |
| International connects, plus discuss the hush-hush | |
| West-side, Who Ride?, World-wide, Bomb-rush | |
| So what's the deal with all this 'keep it real' rapping | |
| I'm still flexing skills, collect my mill and keep stepping | |
| Pack a weapon close if I ghost a nigga then I'm Swayze | |
| Cause rapping pays me to live shady, wilin' crazy | |
| Just the killer Cali lady, snatch your fuckin lady | |
| If rappers be board, you niggas still couldn't play me | |
| So save the drama for your mommy and your poppy | |
| When I hit the track up a mad truck couldn't stop me | |
| To all you, Versace wearin' Donna Karen tricks | |
| Starin' all up in my grill, I'ma let you know the deal | |
| I'm still droppin' bombs like Sudam Husain | |
| Who-Bang, like Mack-10, sip gin and kick game | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I've been on the low, but now it's time to show and prove | |
| Turn my dues to power moves, I got 'em winning never lose | |
| So whoever snooze, on the Y-O-Y-O better buy you | |
| A superior plot, I'm blowin' up the spot | |
| Hip-Hop's the mil-ticket, and I still kick it | |
| For my niggas in the hood, best believe it's all good | |
| My game is understood from LA to Amsterdam | |
| So I organise my fam' and rock the world like Pearl Jam | |
| This girl's a thriller, got more game than Shirl' Miller | |
| And as this world turns, my main concern is earnin' scrilla | |
| I'm realer than most don't test this west coast fever | |
| On your reciever, with more respect than Aretha | |
| Franklin, got mo' bankin', drudge and wheezy | |
| I'm movin on up so give it up this shit ain't easy | |
| But see I, step to my B I and be fly | |
| Like a sparrow, but their all stackin' up 'Genaro | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| You best rocognise game about the things that I told | |
| Everything that glitters an't gold, but this mic I hold | |
| Is worth about a million, really don't peep the flow | |
| I generate more pace than Wall Street when I blow | |
| You know this how we do, in killer Cali rule | |
| Mic check, one two, when the Yo be comin' through | |
| With the lyrical, verbal miracle, oh Jesus | |
| I say what I want and I do as I pleases | |
| For any nigga step in my direction and question | |
| My affection for this game that I be flexin' | |
| The same as chin-checkin, I'll be right there like demolition | |
| I'm on a mission, so just listen | |
| I'm spittin', the game related, that keep you faded | |
| Intoxicated, then your pocket get raided | |
| I made it, for them G's and Ladies | |
| Beneath the palm trees just shootin' the breeze | |
| [Chorus] | |
| That's the way, uh uh, we like it | |
| Bad as I wanna be, you don't wanna step to me | |
| That's the way, uh uh, we like it | |
| Steady Risin' to the top, movin' up another notch [x2] | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : DJ U Neek, Foster, Lynn ... | |
| I been on the low for a while, but now | |
| It' s time to rise up, so open your eyes up | |
| And recognise the real, that' s all up in your grill | |
| YoYo gots the flow, y' all niggas know the deal x2 | |
| Verse 1 | |
| It' s a must that I thrush world plush a little lush money | |
| Green like susmoney, cream and takes the bus | |
| International connects, plus discuss the hushhush | |
| Westside, Who Ride?, Worldwide, Bombrush | |
| So what' s the deal with all this ' keep it real' rapping | |
| I' m still flexing skills, collect my mill and keep stepping | |
| Pack a weapon close if I ghost a nigga then I' m Swayze | |
| Cause rapping pays me to live shady, wilin' crazy | |
| Just the killer Cali lady, snatch your fuckin lady | |
| If rappers be board, you niggas still couldn' t play me | |
| So save the drama for your mommy and your poppy | |
| When I hit the track up a mad truck couldn' t stop me | |
| To all you, Versace wearin' Donna Karen tricks | |
| Starin' all up in my grill, I' ma let you know the deal | |
| I' m still droppin' bombs like Sudam Husain | |
| WhoBang, like Mack10, sip gin and kick game | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' ve been on the low, but now it' s time to show and prove | |
| Turn my dues to power moves, I got ' em winning never lose | |
| So whoever snooze, on the YOYO better buy you | |
| A superior plot, I' m blowin' up the spot | |
| HipHop' s the milticket, and I still kick it | |
| For my niggas in the hood, best believe it' s all good | |
| My game is understood from LA to Amsterdam | |
| So I organise my fam' and rock the world like Pearl Jam | |
| This girl' s a thriller, got more game than Shirl' Miller | |
| And as this world turns, my main concern is earnin' scrilla | |
| I' m realer than most don' t test this west coast fever | |
| On your reciever, with more respect than Aretha | |
| Franklin, got mo' bankin', drudge and wheezy | |
| I' m movin on up so give it up this shit ain' t easy | |
| But see I, step to my B I and be fly | |
| Like a sparrow, but their all stackin' up ' Genaro | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| You best rocognise game about the things that I told | |
| Everything that glitters an' t gold, but this mic I hold | |
| Is worth about a million, really don' t peep the flow | |
| I generate more pace than Wall Street when I blow | |
| You know this how we do, in killer Cali rule | |
| Mic check, one two, when the Yo be comin' through | |
| With the lyrical, verbal miracle, oh Jesus | |
| I say what I want and I do as I pleases | |
| For any nigga step in my direction and question | |
| My affection for this game that I be flexin' | |
| The same as chincheckin, I' ll be right there like demolition | |
| I' m on a mission, so just listen | |
| I' m spittin', the game related, that keep you faded | |
| Intoxicated, then your pocket get raided | |
| I made it, for them G' s and Ladies | |
| Beneath the palm trees just shootin' the breeze | |
| Chorus | |
| That' s the way, uh uh, we like it | |
| Bad as I wanna be, you don' t wanna step to me | |
| That' s the way, uh uh, we like it | |
| Steady Risin' to the top, movin' up another notch x2 | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : DJ U Neek, Foster, Lynn ... | |
| I been on the low for a while, but now | |
| It' s time to rise up, so open your eyes up | |
| And recognise the real, that' s all up in your grill | |
| YoYo gots the flow, y' all niggas know the deal x2 | |
| Verse 1 | |
| It' s a must that I thrush world plush a little lush money | |
| Green like susmoney, cream and takes the bus | |
| International connects, plus discuss the hushhush | |
| Westside, Who Ride?, Worldwide, Bombrush | |
| So what' s the deal with all this ' keep it real' rapping | |
| I' m still flexing skills, collect my mill and keep stepping | |
| Pack a weapon close if I ghost a nigga then I' m Swayze | |
| Cause rapping pays me to live shady, wilin' crazy | |
| Just the killer Cali lady, snatch your fuckin lady | |
| If rappers be board, you niggas still couldn' t play me | |
| So save the drama for your mommy and your poppy | |
| When I hit the track up a mad truck couldn' t stop me | |
| To all you, Versace wearin' Donna Karen tricks | |
| Starin' all up in my grill, I' ma let you know the deal | |
| I' m still droppin' bombs like Sudam Husain | |
| WhoBang, like Mack10, sip gin and kick game | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' ve been on the low, but now it' s time to show and prove | |
| Turn my dues to power moves, I got ' em winning never lose | |
| So whoever snooze, on the YOYO better buy you | |
| A superior plot, I' m blowin' up the spot | |
| HipHop' s the milticket, and I still kick it | |
| For my niggas in the hood, best believe it' s all good | |
| My game is understood from LA to Amsterdam | |
| So I organise my fam' and rock the world like Pearl Jam | |
| This girl' s a thriller, got more game than Shirl' Miller | |
| And as this world turns, my main concern is earnin' scrilla | |
| I' m realer than most don' t test this west coast fever | |
| On your reciever, with more respect than Aretha | |
| Franklin, got mo' bankin', drudge and wheezy | |
| I' m movin on up so give it up this shit ain' t easy | |
| But see I, step to my B I and be fly | |
| Like a sparrow, but their all stackin' up ' Genaro | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| You best rocognise game about the things that I told | |
| Everything that glitters an' t gold, but this mic I hold | |
| Is worth about a million, really don' t peep the flow | |
| I generate more pace than Wall Street when I blow | |
| You know this how we do, in killer Cali rule | |
| Mic check, one two, when the Yo be comin' through | |
| With the lyrical, verbal miracle, oh Jesus | |
| I say what I want and I do as I pleases | |
| For any nigga step in my direction and question | |
| My affection for this game that I be flexin' | |
| The same as chincheckin, I' ll be right there like demolition | |
| I' m on a mission, so just listen | |
| I' m spittin', the game related, that keep you faded | |
| Intoxicated, then your pocket get raided | |
| I made it, for them G' s and Ladies | |
| Beneath the palm trees just shootin' the breeze | |
| Chorus | |
| That' s the way, uh uh, we like it | |
| Bad as I wanna be, you don' t wanna step to me | |
| That' s the way, uh uh, we like it | |
| Steady Risin' to the top, movin' up another notch x2 | |
| Chorus |
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