Down In L.A. - People Under The Stairs

Eleven years man

It’s Double K and Thes One once again

O-o-o-once again

And we feelin' so cool right now

We could lay back and parlay to the shades

(My, My, My)

We could do it like this yeah

Hit to the paper on that daily grind

Don’t trap, I don’t snap, but I make my words rhyme

Me and the Thes combined

Like shower caps and slick dos

And car clubs pullin' off the rags to cruise

Up Crenshaw,

No color glamorizin'

Fine chick analyzin' and the homies love ridin'

Only suckers be collidin'

We got mouths to feed

Barbecue at the barbershop

They smokin' big weed

And my man got them DVDs and CDs

Five dollars or eight for two, it’s up to you

And everybody celebrating cause the Lakers just won, another reason for them

tough guys to put away the gun

We don’t stop with the LA fun, we just begun

Rockstars out at night, you can see they all spun

Around midnight things really start to heat up

Cats get belligerent and drunk, get beat up

Roll by LAPD and take them hats off

Just use precaution, yeah them boys be watchin'

So keep flossin' with that peace sign tossin'

Everybody keep it right, I’m off to Crescent Heights like…

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

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Welcome back to the West Coast

Damn it feels good

Rollin' clean style, limousine

Smilin' through the hood

Like one of those days

You feel you can’t go wrong

A cloud in the sky

The DJ playin' the sound, that makes the system

The winds are blowin' offshore

Street skaters kickflippin' in front of the liquor store

What’s up y’all, I came for another case

Hey Double at the barbecue, I hope that I’m not late

Huh, here save a plate, If I missed the brisket

Missed the 1−10 north-south of the visit

If it hits south swell, then I’m out in the cut

The best rapper in your town, five stars on Yelp

You see… it’s Thes and Double K, holdin' it down

The rental cars, small-time stars all up in your town

Take key, take weed, take whatever you need

Meet me at the barbecue, up the block at three

You see… we all city, all state, all world

If you get drunk, party with the fine young girls

I’m a better MC, than all your homeboys who rap

Double K hooked up the beat with the hand clap

It’s like that y’all and you don’t stop

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

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Yeahhhhh

213 to 310

This is for all the cars clubs and barbecue pits

Hood rats lookin' for that dollar

And the OGs givin game to the youngsters

Keep doin that, we need it, and all the homies, that don’t use violence to

settle their problems, you know what I’m sayin…

For everybody that likes to have fun, in the sun

Especially with us, the PUT and the S, Double K and Thes stay so fresh

Also wanna give a shout-out to the 626, 909, yeah and even the 714…

you know what’s im saying… ya’ll right down there

Give some love to y’all, you know what I’m sayin'

So uhm, go flip that barbecue over

Light that up, pour yo mama a drink

And just… ride, ride

Just ride

Yeah, just ride

(?) too now, yeah

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

(Ah, and you don’t…) You Are There (and you don’t stop)

(Ah, and you don’t… and you don’t stop)