Now here's a little story that I like to contar Pendejo que conozco who like to drogar Started way back in the México City The year was '97 Molotov was the acclaiming When a lot of brown nosing was going around The cuahte was crazy, Valedores were down He be there to the parties with the flashy clothes He'd get a little drunken and powder up his nose He backstage at all the shows He stopped to the to back to show off to all the hoes Drugs will make you think wrong when you're on
Coro/Chorus: You better step off before you get stepped on, Boy!! You better step off before you get stepped on! Running up on you! Running up on you! You better step off before you get stepped on!
Running up on you! Running up on you!
(Yeah Girl)
Now what Now what Now what's the word en la calle Dicen que ese hijo de su madre Es no stepping people like it's going out of style Shooting and smoking and slurting and in denial You're asking me man, are you mad at me' I tell you it's the droga man it has to be You're all fucked up and it's sad to see Te hablas solito you've lost your sanity
Your drug of the month is your own pendejez Te rompen la madre estés donde estés Handle your shit dont egg on me You better step off before you get stepped on