Steppin’ Out

Lyrics
[Intro: Sleepy Brown] Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the freshest of them all, baby? Ooh [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] (We're steppin' out) Feeling good with the smoke just like I would (We're steppin' out) Don't really care long as you and I are there (We're steppin' out) Cause we're on the scene (We're steppin' out) With the gangster lean (We're steppin' out) You wanna be on my team? (Ooh, we're steppin' out) [Verse 1: Bigg Gipp] Mirror, mirror, mirror, tell me, what do you see? My face, ID, some Emilio Puccis, pants by Gucci Corduroy Chucks, corduroy cap, presidential smoking the strawberry wrap So chilly, my reaction to my presence like brr Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox fur Whatever the flavors that she would like to see I'm a doctor, peep me in my fruit of my Ds Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne That I condone I'ma skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet on Fresh feet on, so much candy on my boat that you could eat on the hood Put my heat on the wood Speed on is good Tonight, there will be no commercials or re-runs Just coolin', sippin' Freon Talking to my folks on the phone on the Freon Takin' my favorite rock whenever we steppin' out [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] (We're steppin' out) Feeling good with the smoke just like I would (We're steppin' out) Don't really care long as you and I are there (We're steppin' out) Cause we're on the scene (We're steppin' out) With the gangster lean (We're steppin' out) You wanna be on my team? (Ooh, we're steppin' out) [Verse 2: Big Gipp] You wanna meet the authentic The way I walk it, the way I talk it, they can't be ready My hat bent, smoke scent, blueberry scent Either I'm a B-R-O or your mind just movin' too slow, Gipp Flip it at best, give it right back to you in gifts As I slide peering out the dually wop window Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk As I critique the street beat on this street called Beat Street Oh, boy, y'all killing me What will it be, visions of level three or one tweezy? Catch 'em breezy, sometimes it's just too easy Starstruck, too eager to please me Should I play pimp, make you pay feezy? Straight fuckin' 'em up, leaving these crows dizzy Without a doubt, you know you see me Big Gipp steppin' out, I'm the king of the city [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Big Gipp] (We're steppin' out) Feeling good with the smoke just like I would (We're steppin' out) Don't really care long as you and I are there (We're steppin' out) Cause we're on the scene (We're steppin' out) With the gangster lean (We're steppin' out) You wanna be on my team? (Ooh, yeah, yeah, we're steppin' out, oh, uh) [Verse 3: Big Gipp] No matter the cost, still floss Ross Post up Charlie trading post Buttoned-down Dickies, hips still squeaky Post fly ladies in them 240 E's, now ooh-wee If the world could see me, really how it be So cash-matic, acro-matic, then when I proceed Better some speed, bungalow overseas Keep an attitude like Dame Dash, look at that ass I can't let that pass, not that fast And I ain't spendin' no cash, I bring color to the outside Go ahead and decide, unlock your car doors And let a G-ride that stay sit Now I'm on the inside, let's slide Spare a doobie for the jacuzzi, me and my new floozy That's how I put on, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout The lights and the phone off finger snap, that's a wrap [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] (We're steppin' out) Feeling good with the smoke just like I would (We're steppin' out) Don't really care long as you and I are there (We're steppin' out) Cause we're on the scene (We're steppin' out) With the gangster lean (We're steppin' out) You wanna be on my team? (Ooh, we're steppin' out) Feeling good with the smoke just like I would (We're steppin' out) Don't really care long as you and I are there (We're steppin' out) Cause we're on the scene (We're steppin' out) With the gangster lean (We're steppin' out) You wanna be on my team? (Ooh, we're steppin' out) [Outro: Big Gipp] Yo, Q Yeah, [?] We got problems [?] Man, what we gon' do? [?] Man, they wanna put him to sleep [?] Yeah, check your mailbox
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Credits
- Writers
- Big Gipp
- Sleepy Brown
- DJ Speedy