Easy Back It Up

It was 11: 33, just wakin up to write
 Got plans to meet my man at the jam tonight
 Got a call from Tiger Chan, he said, "Whassup Tak'?"
 Yo my car broke down, meet me at the bus stop
 "What time?" About five, I'll be ready when I'm done
 4: 22, turn twenty-one, so you know
 Threw on my shades to block the rays from the sun
 I stepped out the door and now my day's begun
 So I'm walkin down the block, think about that girl Britney
 Knowin that I'm goin to the club to get tipsy
 If I step out of line, would she soon forget me
 I don't know - I'm Dazed and Confused like a hippie
 Waitin on the corner for the four-door Honda
 Picked me up, with the switch seat recliner
 Yo I hear the horn blowin from these girls behind us
 I turned around to look and they got all obnoxious
 They recognize the face, "Can we get your autograph?"
 Yo I turned back to Ryu and we started to laugh
 "We got a show to do tonight," that's what I yelled out the window
 They pulled up on the side, with a pen and pad for info
 One had pretty eyes, with the buttermilk complexion
 So I ran it down the line with the directions, yo.
 [Chorus]
 Everytime we got a jam to make
 We make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate
 Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place
 It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate
 (What what what what?)
 Put the needle on the plate
 (Uhh. uhh.)
 Put the needle on the plate
 (Yeah UH)
 [Repeat x 3]
 "Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up"
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 Steppin out in style, three dimensional light beams
 Knight Queens and Club Kings swingin hype cling
 Trippin over bottles of Moet on my way to the dancefloor
 Pan-thers, freakin my folklore
 My bloody roar buddy deplore cunning game to transform
 And trap a dame flat in nine seconds we take aim
 Change to battle beast, that'll cease, any attempt
 In petty offensive diss to my click
 We move quick, you might not even recognize my presence
 Thirty second assassination sedation weapon
 Step into the club, all these thugs wanna shoot me
 Because I'm well known at the spot, they call me roofies
 Hittin hard rocks when I travel through veins
 And wake up in three days not remeberin thangs
 The reign of the poetry prince of darkness the martian
 Stompin, from California to Boston, Lost in Space
 So take caution, face the facts, harken
 Eagle talon attack, pack it up often
 Audio abortion, distortion offense
 Corporate, decaptitated three-headed horsemen
 Shredded portions of serial murder endorsement
 Course across clubs and fold my armed forces
 [Chorus]
 Everytime we got a jam to make
 We make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate
 Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place
 It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate
 (What what what what?)
 Put the needle on the plate
 (Uhh. uhh.)
 Put the needle on the plate
 (Yeah UH)
 [Cut and Scratched]
 "Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up"