Buzzing Away - Step Brothers

Yo spit, this is Step Bros

The same relationship as Opio and Pep Love, I cop hieroglyphics

I pop when I walk and I break when I hit the ground

I talk like a rapper, gotta hashtag «hit the pound»

I hit the pound high and a save a dog

Bring him home and let him roam in the yard, I got a cat too

I got a permanent tattoo, of T.A.T.U.

riding Tatsu

Humming, coming at you

If I had to mix it up in the pot

I’d rather smoke some pot, then say I forgot

I voted every fourth since 18 and kept voting

Really do appeal to other people that I’m quoting

Some people know me, others on that Rubik’s shit

Trying to match the color, most people can’t this shit

I used to fit the pieces of the puzzle all together

Now I bring umbrellas for the ever-changing weather

Wrote this with a feather that was kept in a Fedora

Put it back after and I never went on tour yet

One day I’ll be a tour vet, and I’m a have a deal too

And I’m a cop a crib by the beach with a real view

Melt beach, melt wax

Weed smelling like Clorox and Ajax

Melt features, felt peaches

Rodney Cooper like Smith Grinds and Laid Backs

Burn a biscuit of dope, burn a specimen

Step on your throat, step on your regiment

Cut off the competition, cut a neck

Cut a vocal, cut a record, cut a check

Write bomb threats, call (?)

Call a one-way for the jets

Step, motherfucker, step

Champion sound, cut the rim off of the net

Separate your potato head from your neck

Celebration bodies thrown off of the deck

Do Stallone numbers, gangster like Willie Colon covers

Written in my DNA, my bone structure

It’s forbidden to kill swans, unless you are a Lord

Like in India, the Noblemen can move cows;

I can move swans

And take them, eat them… mmm, lunch