La9x - People Under The Stairs

Yo, ayayay, Thes One, man

You know, the other day I was thinking about, man

The great shit we had coming up, dude, you know?

All that West Coast music?

You know, the NWA all the way all the way down to

The Pharcyde… remember that, man?

Mark Love used to spin that shit, dude,

it was… yeah, yeah, you know what I’m talking about, man, you know?

Slapping some skin at Unity, know what I mean?

Checking out them girls at them

parties, you know?

It was all lovely, man

I was just thinking about it the other day, man… lotta people, you know,

they always wanna know… yeah… they wanna know…

Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?

A product of L.A., NWA

They told me it was KDAY, man, you know I celebrated

Picture DJ Pooh and King Tee getting faded

Before I grabbed the mic, before I got drunk

I was Low Profiling with the funky stuff

I’m from the W.C., paid my dues and all that

I knew that rhyme pays, Raider hats were ball caps

In 1988, Mixmaster Spade

One time, gaffled him up before I got laid

More bounce to the ounce, and I say what counts

I took the funk at a young age in large amounts

Screaming, «Compton's in the house!»

Bobby Jimmy with a critter, not a quitter

The number one West Coast hitter

From Fellowship to DJ Quik, Second To None

Bitch betta have my money!, young niggas having fun

The booty up, the booty up, you can do the booty up!

Jeanine, she’s a dick fiend, stepping to the dope-fiend beat

Never came Too Short, see, I was born to Mack

And I was sworn to rap, a year after '84

Bumping my shit loud, my mama banging on the door

With the «6 in the morning, police at my door

Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor»

Now here we go, you gotta play this

«Gangsta gangsta!», that’s what they yelling

You better get ready, I’m fitting to act a fool

Cause the Boys in the Hood are always hard

Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don’t matter

Once upon a time in the projects, yo!

This is for the homies, you can get the ducksick…

This is for the homies, you can get the ducksick…

We had Quality Electronics, belt drives

Numarks, LinearTechs, and Geminis

Melrose, Cracker Breaks, gotta share fries

Mark Luv, Bigga B, Unity Lines

Goof Troop, Majestics, CBS, Hex

USC house party trying to have sex

Gang truce, blue and red, letting off lead

Cut Chemists' striped shirt, four-foot dreads

Big Gulps, beedi smoke, wiling at school

PeAkMiJu on the avenue, ooh!

Hieroglyphics, Plan B, kickflipping ollies

While Mona Lisa sing along to 5 O’Clock Follies

Rob One’s trunk and doubles of Chief Rocka

Pasadena swap, low offer, Mustapha

4-track Tascam, ping-ponging tracks

Ben’s red Corolla with the system in the back

Oh, what a Bizarre Ride, backpack, pants sagging

Hanging out on Pico, why does Martin keep bagging?

Rap Sheet, Backseat, nickel-sack beats

Down-low hookups, freestyling at 3

Like Magic Mountain swap meet, Fresh Jive jeans

I was dreaming when I wrote this, remembering the scene

And L.A., how I love you all, and how much you all mean

I was dreaming when I wrote this, just thinking of the scene

With the world, world ultimate, hot potato, hot, hot potato

Yo' mama’s so fat (how fat is she?), sunbeams, bright side dreams

Listen up, check it, E-Rule's about to wreck it

Pen predator, et cetera, yeah right

Class clown, what time is it?

Make room, for the beats, and beats that bump

Make room, for the something, something and bump

Make room for the mixtapes…

But now I’m an MC… I got the Latin lingo

(funky bilingual… let’s go!)

L.A. (repeated)

Yeah, man, that’s what I’m talking about… You know, school them suckas, man,

let 'em know where we come from, you know?

It ain’t about all that ol' wack

shit they hearing, it’s about what we bring to 'em, you know what I mean?

C’mon, uh c’mon, uh c’mon, uh, L.A.

C’mon, uh c’mon, uh c’mon, and in the Bay!

C’mon, uh c’mon, uh c’mon, uh… uh c’mon

Do the Sen Dog dance, y’all… yo…

Uh, do the Sen Dog dance, y’all… c’mon…

Do the Sen Dog!

(Do the Sen Dog!)

Do the Sen Dog!

(Do the Sen Dog!)

Do the Sen Dog!

(Do the Sen Dog!)