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My Own Step - Roscoe Dash



     
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My Own Step Lyrics


I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
(Roscoe Dash)
Step it up, step it up, step it up, step it up
Break the knob off right now
Crumpin' or stuntin', do what ya wanna
I'ma crank the party up right now
Roscoe be so flexed up
And I make it look so effortless
I show out, show out, everywhere I go out
Ten bad models watch me when I go out
Oh, I know I go so hard

I'ma big dog stick out my yard
Press record 'cause you gon' wanna take this spaceship
Takin' off on a one way to Mars
So you turn up regardless
Show out and go the hardest
Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
Lose control and go retarded
See I got my own steps
And I got my own style
Overseas money, honey
Me turn up a long time
R-O-S-C-O-E I done
Blew up like a landmine
And I'm winnin' by a landslide
I got
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
(Nappy boy, boy, boy, boy)
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
(Nappy boy, boy, boy)
I got my own steps, I got my own style
If everybody keeps stealin' it from me
Then I'mma have to go wild
Yeah, better back up, boy
When the DJ turn the track up, boy
'Cause all these haters in the club must really wanna see the
Teddy Pizzle act up, boy, clap, clap, clap, clap, boy
On the nude dance floor and I take your girl
To the show and tell
And if I perform well
That's gon' give her more to tell
Do just what we doin', girl
Don't even know what she doin', homie
If she take this trip again
You will never fit again
Steppin' in and out, I got my own step
My own clique
Lovin' on that chick I left her
In that club like, oh, shit
Oh, it's
Just another one of them classic T-Pain antics
Got her makin' up brand new dances
She get low to the ground like ants is
Every time I put on Antaris
All she think about is marriage
Homie, you can't pull no girls
You're like a horse without a carriage
Damn, I don't even know how many karats in my chain, chain
Buddy, do I have to explain, 'splain?
Nobody on the corner got swagger like us
You got yours from T-Pain
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can, I can, I can, I can, watch, watch, watch, watch
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
Um, now that party's turned up
Whatchu gon' do?
Everybody with me boppin' like a hippy
I'd be mad if I was you
Because I party, party, party, hardy
Shorty, go retarded, 'tarded
Gon' and do yo dance and
Just go stupid, do it, do it
Show 'em you're the man
Or woman and can't nobody
Else do it like you can
Gon' and break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down, do it with no hand
Ain't no copy cats around here
Boy, we settin' trends
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I got my own steps, I got my own style
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it
I can get this party started, watch how we can do it

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Born Jeffrey Johnson, Jr., Dash grew up in Atlanta’s Capitol Homes projects under the watchful eye of his mother and great-grandmother. The baby of the family (he has an older brother, two half-sisters and two step-brothers), Dash was an inquisitive and bright child who learned about Hip-Hop from his older brother Erik.

"My brother used to make beats in the basement,” says Dash. “When he’d leave the house, I’d steal the beats off of his computer and record them on a karaoke machine.”


Dash began writing raps at 12 years old. By high school, he’d taken on the name “ATL” as part of a four-man rap group called the Blackout Boys. In 2006, the group (which included Dash’s brother) released a mixtape, Recognition, which generated significant buzz around Mill Creek High School. The following year, the already popular Dash – a basketball-playing heartthrob – released a solo mixtape entitled My Turn, further boosting his high school profile. However, the aspiring emcee didn’t begin to take his music career seriously until he became a father at the age of 16.


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