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Itâs like Double K⦠and Iâm here⦠yeah⦠mad beats⦠do it!
Itâs like Oh! Here comes another one, brother!
Get down with the P sound when we smother
We coming through your city, stereo-wide to cover tracks
And blowing wax like F Hubbard
Cooler than Paisley jackets, I grab this song and hack it
Pack it like the new pimp hanging off my lip
They say, âAy, big homie, yo, whatâs up with the slang?â
Yo, what you mean? Thatâs some shit from way back in the day
Just like the beats I rap over, more older than me
Thatâs the style of the P, and for yâall, itâs still free
Digging through old crates, just creating this sound
Scribble the funky rhyme and go and put that shit down
To the bottom of the barrel, Canned Funk like Joe Farrell
âUpon This Rock,â donât get socked when you chop beats
Weâre all about loops, jeeps in the streets with troop seats
On the throne of hip-hop, alone at the top
With some records we bought at your local thrift shop
Mom and Pops stole my ride instead of 70âs rock
And a Dozey 45â of brothers Doing the Do
We traveling the globe, trying to take it back to â92, yâall
... used to it, the way we do what we do
Make MCs move quick, homie, stick with your crew
Donât be trying to interrupt, âcause we corrupt like television
People Under The Stairs, a yeah yeah, we on a mission
My division persists, I tend niggas with heat
Known to get drunk and beat each other in the street
And you can search Montebello, Gardena, or Covina
And you wonât find another on the mic that gets meaner
Then the gun action at a black mob boss hit
We sprinkle funk like the Jacksons, kid, can you feel it?
The People Under The Stairs, we got the brand new sound
We travel now, I pack the bags, 10 Eastbound andâ¦
Oh! Here comes another one brother!
Get down with the P sound when we smother
We coming through your city, stereo-wide to cover tracks
And blowing wax like F Hubbard
Oh! Here comes another one brother!
Get down with the P sound when we smother
We coming through your city, stereo-wide to cover tracks
And blowing wax like F Hubbard
For your MF Horn, keep these damn tracks torn
Thes sworn to bring the funk on plates warm
With the extra large Bitches Brew in a cup
Yo, you not funking right, kid, shut the funk up and keep it movinâ¦
And sometimes, I gotta jump back and light the J
âCause I be tweaking off the way my skills display
And you can say what you want, but I flaunt what I got
To take a breen, whatever I mean
And then I amsa-scram, when I come and hit your block
Or watch the copper rocks fly from the one that busts high
And itâs a shame how lame these sucka MCs play that game
Let me sound like him, no go, you canât win
With them wack ass loops yâall stole off of Tribe vibes
And admit it, the P arrives with Robbie and Sly
Bringing back break beats and sending B-boys to Kaiser Permanente
Foreman henty, Iâmma break your synthesizer
And your drum pads, your making brown people look bad
And the OâJays ainât feelin it, ask my dad
So if I gotta sound like yâall to represent my coast
Iâmma disown L.A. and take my shit on the road, itâs likeâ¦
Iâm sure you know this shitâs a little more iller
The everybody killer, funky red and blue
Iâm more crooked than that punk, Iâm past all that
Like the blunt to J Mack, we stayed laid back
Like a lazy boy for all your lazy toys
The off Philly for chords, out making much noise
Itâs the P, you little nerd, steady burning like wax
The bitches with the Claps, thatâs how the crowd reacts, and likeâ¦
Oh! Here comes another one brother!
Get down with the P sound when we smother
We coming through your city, stereo-wide to cover tracks
And blowing wax like F Hubbard
Oh! Here comes another one brother!
Get down with the P sound when we smother
We coming through your city, stereo-wide to cover tracks
And blowing wax like F Hubbard
Ay-yo, we here and everywhere to tear with the snare (No, youâre not)
Just like, uh, Fred Astaire, right down to Yogi Bear (Ha ha ha)
Thatâs the way we flip (Ah, thatâs the way we rip!)
And want holes in jeans, are we lean like Jimmy Dean?
Hey yes, we are big brother, like sauces with pork
We hardcore True School, but weâre not from New York
Weâre universally real, from Mid-City L.A.
Make beats everyday, yo⦠What you say? It goesâ¦
âThatâs the new color, children.â âThatâs right.â
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- The Gettin’ Off Stage, Step 1
- 12 Step Program
- ...Or Stay Tuned
- Carried Away
- Fun DMC
- Stepfather
- O.S.T.
- The Next Step
- Non-Album Releases
- Stepfather (Remastered)
- Question in the Form of an Answer
- The Om Years
- Highlighter
- Hip Hop Assassins
- The Cat
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 7: Juni 2002
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- Preemptive Hype, Volume 13
- Scion CD Sampler, Volume 16