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People Under the Stairs

People Under the Stairs is a hip hop group from Los Angeles, California formed in 1997 by Thes One and Double K. The group has released eight critically acclaimed full-length albums and performed on every continent except Antarctica. It is estimated that the group has performed well over 1,000 sold out shows at more than 400 venues worldwide. Some of their more recognizable songs include "San Francisco Knights," "Montego Bay," "Los Angeles Daze," and "Acid Raindrops." Much of the group's lyrics relate to life in their hometown of Los Angeles. more »

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Stomp ya feet, and clap ya hands
'Cause you're listening to the sounds of the P-Funk band
Ain't nothing new in what we do, 'cause we doing it all just for you
Stomp ya feet, and clap ya hands
'Cause you're listening to the sounds of the Sure Shot band
Ain't nothing new in what we do, 'cause we doing it all just for you
Uh to the...

Qualifying, rectifying, rocking 'til the day we dying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
(repeats)

C'mon Double
Check it out, people, I'm so glad you're here
I want my peoples in the front, my peoples in the rear
To let go of your troubles, grab a chair, and cool out
Turn up the stereo, light up the blunt, and crack the Guiness Stout
(Mike, you don't drink that!) Yeah, but it rhymed
And I'mma keep going, flowing like the river, little nigga
Since 1987, I've been putting in work
Like a single mother serving suckas, and makin 'em jerks
Big fluid when I do it, everybody say "go"
The cut creator of the hood, and already a pro
Smoking up the fat grams and slam like Big Show
Or Bam Bigelow to party down with the hoes
Until the crack of dawn, and don't nobody dare yawn
"Word up!" to Sanchez and the little homie rhymed
Right now, we on some wine-light, violin type
Make the beats late night, so they come out and act right
And put a kick in your eardrum, yo, you should expect
Nothing but the fly shit when we rocking your set
Damn right, it's Thes One and Double K one time
Lay back with a cool one, so let's do one, ya get it?
I'm like "with it" when it comes to being hip
Hang out with old dudes that's rude, and talk shit
Close down on your rookies like your ladies at bedtime
Next time you wanna rhyme, throw this into rewind
And realize the real lives and the dope shit being given
It's a privilege like your left turned herb, ya heard
Now I'mma chill with my blunt and Guiness, let the track speak
To all the stupid-ass people undermining the street
Yeah, I know what that was, when I "street," I mean "real"
The People Under the Gangsta Steps, serving your thrill

Qualifying, rectifying, rocking 'til the day we dying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
Let's rock!
Let's rock! 

The type of family beat, horns with an age limit of like 38 and older
For old dudes, who pulled dames with game like a Pee Chee folder
For 40 holders, twist, tap, and drop the cap when you feel it
Non-sober sounds better, a sort-of a sweater-wearing groove
Got you feeling the jazz and make you wanna move
(On to the next brew!) 'Bout to crack a new 32
Shout going to my crew and especially (Yahoo!)
Andre, Brandon, Paul, Anthony, Mike, and me
Who can't stand new music, rather bump the JB's
And stay ill, changing DATs, pushing rocks up a hill
Stupid sissy (Hush that fuss!) Ay-yo, chill!
Smoking beedis, hanging out the window sill, watching the moon
Writing rhymes, making beats, waking up at noon
Digging up old tunes, that's the life for me
And chilling with my best friend whose name is MPC
So, Mike, please see if my track is going to tape
I gotta about a million rhymes, and I don't know their fate
So one way or another, brother, I promise they'll get heard
Yo, this is just the second LP, you can count on a third, word
And that's all I got, before I go, I gotta give a shout
To Yuyo, Juan Carlos and Tino, Remi, Miguel, and Grenjes, mi primos
I'mma end this with Enola, I'm out drinking all the Inca Cola's with rum
So get in the streets and act dumb (Says right here)
People Under The Stairs, set rhymes to stun
(Y'all niggas is out?) Aww, man, baby, don't trip
The record's not over, man, all you gotta do is flip...

Qualifying, rectifying, rocking 'til the day we dying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
Let's rock!
Let's rock!

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