The Joyride - People Under The Stairs

It’s K One and Double Thes, you’re necks, please protect

Yeah, to brace a fireplace, it’ll only take a sec

For the damage to begin, wreaking havoc on eardrums

We cold-getting dumb, getting you crazy-styled

Late-night, hyped division, we be moving with precision

We’re just spots popping off, making some decision

‘Bout hitting ‘em one at a time with these ill rhymes

Mind love at the door, free drinks, hitting the floor

The Zodiac sign time ladies adore, club tour ambassador

Who giving you more, Double K?

Double K, the unified bomber, ain’t nobody calmer

When it comes to beatscaping, I’ll be racing, truncating

Sucka niggas pay for beats when they claiming that they’re making ‘em

But we know that they faking ‘em, yo, tell what we making it

You’re funked up, I throw ‘em in the trunk

With a pump, chump, drop ‘em after they dump

And leave ‘em lumped up with my one-man gang

‘Cause me and Dub’ll bring «pane» like a window

I’m blowing like a kid on a Nintendo game

Games, I got dames, but don’t be showing no attention

Like we getting when we ripping out of sight, fiending description

You can’t see us, we far out where we residing

Taking another step, let your style joyride, ho!

Joyriding, joyriding, joyriding, joyriding, your body

Woo!

Oh yeah… haha, yeah, first … ho!

People Under The Stairs are joyriding the track

Check it out!

So watch the P!

You know who!

Ha!

We got…

Check it out, check it out, check it out…

Ay-yo, dome my flows, poetry to party prose

My pa’s blue Mardi Gras tape took talent shows

Snotty-nosed youth, vocal booth and vermouth with the truth

O.S.T.

to push ‘em through the roof

Yo, we don’t need no water, let the acetate burn

‘Cause you know the P’s hot, they love it when we drop

Like Stud McAlison, and we’ll show you the definition

Of keeping the crowd’s attention, but oh, I forgot to mention

We’re here with our whole bay tracks and known facts

Still blowing wax like birthdays, and laid back

Like the first day of class, and sneaking a hall pass

When punk crews see me cruise past, they haul ass

Heater believes at 3 o' clock, leave the bar fully stocked

We coming in to do it live, calling, enjoying your rock

Two brothers like no other on the street, taking charge

On the stage, living large, you niggas know who we are

We are the P, professional, you know the ticket

In the states, we’re dope, in Great Britain, we’re (Wicked!)

On stage, ripping the rage, repping my rhyme page

People Under the don’t play, Double, what’d you say?

Yo, I forgot ‘cause of the pot, so excuse me if you must

Raise the temperature ‘cause we gon' get atcha, soon as the rent is up

For now, we gonna chill right here where we residing

Watch your step on the way out, nigga, we joyriding!

Ho!

Joyride with this… Joyride… Joyride… Joyride… Joy… Joyride with this… joy… joy,

joy, joy

It’s the P, y’all… Ha ha!

It’s the P, y’all… Big style DJs, yeah, L.A.

's in the house like that, yeah, L.A.'s in the house like that, yeah, L.A.

's in the house like that, yeah, L.A.'s in the house like that, a-like that,

a-like that-da-dat…

We are the P!

(Professional…) (Like that!)

With the U!

(Unified…) (Oh yeah! C’mon!)

With the T!

(Talented…) (Guess what?)

On the S!

(Shit that’s…) (Hoo! Oh yeah!)

We are the P, professional!

(Rhymes…)

U, unified!

(School district!)

T, talented!

(hip hop…)

With the S!

(And the shit that’s tight, unique)

(‘Cause we the shit!)

Ha ha!

Party!

Party!

Party!

Om Records in the house…

Hah!

Om Records is definitely in effect… in 2003, fool!

People Under the Stairs… The

freshest thing out there!

Coming direct, straight to your neighborhood!

Om Records in effect!

Suckas!

Hah!

What’s up?!

Let’s get outta here, man…

Ooh…