People Under The Stairs - Youth Explosion lyrics

Venice boardwalk, to watch the choppers of v From South Bay to Pasadena, yo we back on the scene From 110, 10 405 to 5 my 9 to 5 Makin' it live, some flash bulb when we arrive Got the city on lock, block for block, as we stomp through Pop crews shining like new cop shoes Keepin' a beat, we made it Top of Friday night brothas always stay faded And been underrated for a long time now So take your black album, eat a peg You can read it front page, people under the minimum wage You freestyles are rockin'em still High-profile like roof tiles on Echo Park Hill Next step, payin' bills, stay dippin' like Dolomite On an LA night, chillin' out in the heights (right) So who can make it tight (we) First initial the (P) U-T-S Thes One and Double K just be Rippin' up a track, on attack like a tyrant Pullin' out the rhyme books, stack'em up, yo admire it Fire it up, do the Cissy Strut down Stearns Earning money for your liquor, sacks, blunts, and golden burg It's a way of life and since you're living fat, be advised P is back, stealin' old records and your fries Black, guard your headphones We're internationally owned For salmon like bones on show microphones But before that's said we gotta make sure that everyone out there is ready Ayo we back like the rear Your fear standing in front of you and your squad Breaking'em down the numbers inside On the follow-up tip, making sure that it's fresh Fat bump in the tub, and yo whatever you slang You know their names from the first one, if not, go and get it Two letters makin' it better for the fools that with it And all the brothas with the funny haircuts, Get on the floor Females, give out your address, we givin' you more Like Rudy Ray, don't need no DJ, s**a I handle that Rhymes come in bundle packs to make you wanna humble the style The new America's most With the Triple K, your days are up, claimin' your coast I represent with a pa**ion And punk I ain't askin, I'm tellin' Then after that I'm bailin' Call me Mr. Meaner Cleaner than your pop's bowling ball collection Up in your section like z's, straight off the tip philly G That the homie rolled up, and that you get when I spit I suggest high steppin', choose a weapon and flip You can run, you can run, but you n***as can't hide I'm peepin' you at all times You're album's like a show, dimes So we put these together, made it potent in fact Backed it up, as a five presented, made the streets live bird And what you get, get into sound that we hittin' (And yo your lady don't think) because it's armored like Brink's And locked down like your uncle T-Bone, ya know So get ready, get ready, so we can start the show Yeah we're tired of your fake underground sound Ya fired, non-vinyl buying, punk crying over Casios, Get it re-wired so you can sample original breaks You know that real funky sh**, not them repressed fakes [Double K] Ayo the efil4zaggin will continue to be saggin' And baggin' on these sally Thes cut MC's Until they learn the lesson we kept, molded and brought back Keep the album, we out Black [Thes One] Ayo you thought we comin' soft, man you lost your mind Yo you thought we comin' soft, man you lost your mind You thought the P was comin' soft, lost your mind You thought the P was comin' soft (n***a you lost your mind)