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Albums:

Tribute to Flo Rida (Wistle Wisl) · Rida's and Balla's (Mista Skrilla) · Step Up 2: The Streets (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Drew's Famous Step by Step Ballroom Dancing (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Step by Step: The Greatest Hits (Wet Wet Wet) · Step By Step (Kodo) · Drew's Famous Step by Step (Enlightenment) · Step By Step (Jeff Lorber) · Drew's Famous Step By Step Wedding Dances (Drew's Famous) · Step by Step (Whitney Houston) – and 90 other albums »


the goons 'round me 
And yeah I rep my city, bitch 
I'm from Dade County 

[Flo-Rida] 
Ayy! 
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
down on the flo' on the flo' [2x]

By the time I hit the door
I saw hoes on the flo'
Niggas dressed in suits
Triicking all dey hoes
Me Imma pimp
I
down on the flo' on the flo' [2x]

By the time I hit the door
I saw hoes on the flo'
Niggas dressed in suits
Triicking all dey hoes
Me Imma pimp
I
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County

Ay!
up.

[Chorus]

I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat.
I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street.
Low key and stay quiet,
shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang

[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show
hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so i could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done
talk 
You can tell I'm the s*** by the way I walk 

Walk wit me now, 
Step wit me now, 
Step right wit me now, 
To the left wit me now, 
From
talk 
You can tell I'm the shit by the way I walk 

Walk wit me now, 
Step wit me now, 
Step right wit me now, 
To the left wit me now, 
From
the ground
Back in the A
Cliqued up, picked up with some people that don't play
On that Kryptonite stay
So high, we might fly awwwaaayyy

[Rock-D x2]
I
Street
guaranteed to hear something sweet yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Streetz

Verse 2: [Sylk]
I got beat for the street
Drop a rag top four
Got my
Dawg 
Never they know 
Check out my future 
From the second league 
They take out the streets 
Where this thugsta dwell 
All up in St. Clair 
Hit em up
like you, got real meaning 

I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies 

You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey 

You's a phony, I heard
.G.
[Repeat: x 2]

[Black Child]
Yo man money, he funny, he a dummy, he ain't a {O.G.}
He gangsta, but he holy, might be a {O.G.}
High profile but low key
.G.
[Repeat: x2]

[Black Child]
Yo man money, he funny, he a dummy, he ain't a {O.G.}
He gangsta, but he holy, might be a {O.G.}
High profile but low key
a candle like Mariah, I'm so fire
When I step in the club, get low!, like Flo Rider
Cause I'm a Pimp
You can tell by the limp
When I step aside
flip
Got the antique step, fishbowl lamp 
415 Beatin wit the 2 stolen amps
Either way wit the butterfly, doors on suicide, 5 percent tint keep dem hoes
from the O-H-I-O
Doggy Bag near you movin' out the sto'
Y'all know know how I do it
I keep em on the flo'
Hands up knees bent have em' yelin So So!
Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to Long Beach
Just so I could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm
Round and round and away we go
Round and round and away we go
Four by four and away we go
High not low and away we go
Round and round and away we go
the big Y.O. 
Comin' from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow 
So yo how you feelin'? Tell me how you feelin' 
Mad drug dealin'  mad caps peelin' 
I do my
happen by rappin' and sackin' up
The most exotic narcotics and I only show my people love 
I'm just a westsider 24-7 watchin' my back for the ridas
Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it interesting it's me,
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,

I disconnect the phones
on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack
So Daz, step up on the ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
Diggidy Daz out