Montego Slay

Ahh, once again Yes, yes Irie Getting rough on the track man Here with the People Under the Stairs Once again, man Rough, mash it We tackle rhymes like your life lays time We trying to get enough, we gotta fill up Before it's all gone the song remains on Until the beat stops Never mind, no need to remind You know who we be, yo it's the capital G's Putting the P's in hip hop Saying, hi to the hoes who wear hardly any clothes Here's looking at you Watching you, watching me, the incredible MC Chicks call me Mikey (why's that?) 'Cause I like it, they stare when I'm digging it And know they wanna try They like the way I rap, they like the way I chill Couple hours in a conversation, show 'em how I thrill I'm a one minute man, I lick it then split it Empty it out, fill it in like the blank and I'm out Big Mike, that's right, give 'em something they can feel Yo, I'm the top-ranked chief on the wheels of steel I walk the streets of LA and feel comfortable Me and the homie make music and they coming with bull So next time you got a rhyme that's blazing hot Throw it away, People Under to save the day Sometimes it ain't timed, sometimes it can't be This time we kick back and let your conscious be free The music is playing loud and we never have to leave We never gotta leave (I ain't never gotta leave) Irie Yeah (yeah, man) I ain't going nowhere (yes, yes, star) So what you gon' do? (Yes we just cooling out right now, we cooling) Yo-yo, ay oowee (fresh) (Mash up everything) And let your conscious be free, that's right D (Cooling out, in the house) Yes, yes, irie (in the house) (Irie) Brush them off Thrash up the dancehall This shit is long (fresh) Beautiful brown skin lady, you move something Montego Bay style, smile from the Caribbean isle No fronting while we pumping the beat Audiophiles that jump in like I light up the seat With the complete vibe, scooters and 45s The palm trees, Red Stripe nights, the calm breeze The type to relax, ease back to conceive wax And contact the origin of habitat Two cats making it fat, it's like that With a rap similar to a pitter-pat of a cat Walking the roof to make it back to the truth I dig crates for the late great existence of black plates To booming the eighths on the floor Making you want more Leaving my mark like a Doc Mart' on a wood floor It's good for the soul like dinner with your moms People Under the Stairs, the duo that drop bombs Snares laid back like armchairs, hit the beach I'm outta reach So play my CD and let it teach the recipe Half D. Crocker, half David T. Walker Fresh breath control like Binaca Sometimes it ain't timed, sometimes it can't be This time we kick back and let the conscious be free The music is playing loud and we never have to leave Yo we never gotta leave, yo we never gotta leave (Buh-bye) Yes man, never gon' leave, man, stay right here Listening to the good tunes, cooling out In here to rough up the track, rough up the track Not the people, yes yes, to the People Under the Stairs Yes yes, irie (irie), irie Yes you know it's good in the irie To me, right here, man I'll catch up with you later, yeah yeah Ooh wow (cool) Wow, oh Oh, look (look at that) Whoa, ooh that's a-