Step Back Songtext
von Crooked Stilo
Step Back Songtext
I′m the Latino, naturally crooked
Play that conga, blastin' in the Honda
Like thunder, I′m very bright in the dark
Hit the switch on my dash, everything spark
'Cause I got a big fat blunt in my ashtray
Roll up the windows when I hit the highway
I'm the Hispano, loco marihuano
Crazy in the head, mierda en el crano
Down for the raza, getting high like NASA
Put the blunt down cuando la jura pasa
′Cause they won′t understand at the fact that I wanna get high
Be inconspicuous when they roll by
So leave me alone when I get stoned
Or else deal with the chrome
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
So whatcha wanna do?
I aim high like Air Force 1
And yes I'm having fun when I′m smoking up a blunt
Sometimes I get stingy with the sticky
Damn, that shit got strong, got me swaying like a slinky
But we not Twinkies, 'cause fool I got the munchies
When out to Mickey D′s and they jerk us by the bunches
I roll with the punches, 'cause life′s too short
You know I get the gold if smoking weed was an Olympic sport
So what the dilly, can you feel the
Effects of the herb when you're flying like a bird?
(Yo check it out, try this shit
Try this shit, esta buena, esta buena)
(Awww yeah)
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
So whatcha wanna do?
I wants to get high, very high like the heavens
I'm over there downtown by Hoover and 11th
I know the place, I know the area
You got the mota, I got the feria
High like Delta, always elevated
Thank God for the herb he created
I′m faded, well sedated
Siempre loco, tengo humo en el coco
Muchos me dicen que es malo para mi
Pero cuando me ofrecen, siempre digo que si
Hail to the herb, the monte, the hierba
And if you disagree, putos coman mierda
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
So whatcha wanna do?
Play that conga, blastin' in the Honda
Like thunder, I′m very bright in the dark
Hit the switch on my dash, everything spark
'Cause I got a big fat blunt in my ashtray
Roll up the windows when I hit the highway
I'm the Hispano, loco marihuano
Crazy in the head, mierda en el crano
Down for the raza, getting high like NASA
Put the blunt down cuando la jura pasa
′Cause they won′t understand at the fact that I wanna get high
Be inconspicuous when they roll by
So leave me alone when I get stoned
Or else deal with the chrome
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
So whatcha wanna do?
I aim high like Air Force 1
And yes I'm having fun when I′m smoking up a blunt
Sometimes I get stingy with the sticky
Damn, that shit got strong, got me swaying like a slinky
But we not Twinkies, 'cause fool I got the munchies
When out to Mickey D′s and they jerk us by the bunches
I roll with the punches, 'cause life′s too short
You know I get the gold if smoking weed was an Olympic sport
So what the dilly, can you feel the
Effects of the herb when you're flying like a bird?
(Yo check it out, try this shit
Try this shit, esta buena, esta buena)
(Awww yeah)
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
So whatcha wanna do?
I wants to get high, very high like the heavens
I'm over there downtown by Hoover and 11th
I know the place, I know the area
You got the mota, I got the feria
High like Delta, always elevated
Thank God for the herb he created
I′m faded, well sedated
Siempre loco, tengo humo en el coco
Muchos me dicen que es malo para mi
Pero cuando me ofrecen, siempre digo que si
Hail to the herb, the monte, the hierba
And if you disagree, putos coman mierda
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
Step back, step back
So whatcha wanna do?
Writer(s): Victor M. Lopez, Jr., Juan Carlos Lopez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

