Search results for my own step theme from step up 3d by roscoe dash

We've found 21 lyrics, 52 artists, and 100 albums matching my own step theme from step up 3d by roscoe dash:



on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses
I suffer from ADHD
I should win a fucking award for being me
Beat banging
on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses
I suffer from ADHD
I should win a fucking award for being me
Beat banging
on your own, own, how to get rich nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya, how to get rich nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
All the roads and the paths you
up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My mother
on, our feelings was so strong
Your age 26, my number one draft pick
From all the rest, got first dibs plus your own crib
You just flew back in town
here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love
who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz
the truth
Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day
Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston,
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time i get my spit on, no doubt, i spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track
here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love
I'm comin at that ass quick
I'm so bad I kick my own ass
You disrespect me and I be gettin wreck just like a plane crash
Dash, I have your ass burnin
and take the stash nigga I'll start from scratch
So enter in my zone, I refuse to be dethroned
I got a microphone I had to kill and murder to own
From
the message of good with my Now Rule mighty
Step up to the right, dispense and be known
Remember what I said is to teach your own
At home first, and as we
really never grabbed me
My mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay
I caught a few Slobs so I think it's enough
If you my bitch come and fuck these Slobs up
I only stay K's up
Cause my nigga's from the K
But this is
srtivin', automatic bustin' a kanivin'
Penetrate stayin' far from fake
Can't no one fade when it comes to this game
I'm trustin' no slug, just me on my own
Lead my from tec, come and step up and get your head red 
Wait a sec, you comin' to see what's left? 
I gotta catch my breath, rappers slayed
my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you
They
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for