Step Off (feat. Melle Mel & The Furious Five) (megamix)
Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, Chaka Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan
I said let me rock you that's all i wanna do
Chaka Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan
I said let me rock you 'cause i feel for you
Chaka Khan won't you tell me what you wanna do
Do you feel for me the way i feel for you
Chaka Khan let me tell you what i wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that i'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna rock you Chaka baby 'cause my name is Melle Mel
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!)
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft
I was sitting on the corner just a wasting my time
When i realised i was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
To have Stallions and medallions, big diamond rings
To own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold
'Cause rap is the game that i control
I'm like Shakespeare, i'm a pioneer
Because i made rap something people wanted to hear
See before my reign it was the same old same
You took "the ba with the ba"
That's street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in huh huh!
You better think again my friend
Because the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Well, i'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread and water my man
Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks
With another wack rapper tied to your back
And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry
It's the beautiful round up in the sky
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's at cock
I'll be carrying out bodies stiff as a rock
Carrying out a million dollars in my pockets and hand
But i carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do i already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so i left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the kool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!)