Get Hip - People Under The Stairs

From the place where the bullshit begins,

never a shortage of tricks begins to spin,

Night life turns trife as the day puts on;

Locs, brothers hanging on corners kicking rhymes and jokes.

The ladies pass by without a word or a «Hi»

Nose all in the air, you can see 'em everywhere

Salute the dope man with the twist of a blunt

People Under the you-know, we turning it up

Young city slicker, I’m all about the terrain

Give me the money and fame and I’ll show you no pain,

Leave a stain on your brain you can remember me by,

Years down the line you still know that I’m fly

High power in yella the fat fella

Everything that I do is hella hell of a story teller

I paint scenes with a pen, hip hop bar

Turn the page, check out the brother flaws

((get hip to yourself good God my brother, get it))

Coming from the home of Fat Lip and Fellowship

Get hip, jump in the whip, never we have tripped

This is L.A. in a nutshell, ship when the shit tell

You can hear my way, put your ear to the seashell

And get hip to the sixteenth letter, the type setter

With the font you want, avante garde at getting better

By the minute I admit it, committed to classic rap

This is not a snapback throwback you know that

The Walmart crews that copy cats should roll back

Home of the power flower Cali we grow that

In the Golden state, my state, my rhyme craft like Minecraft

Going block to block building to make a new path

The legends in my ledger, it’s been my pleasure

My treasures respect, it hangs around my neck

Like 2Chainz if he got two brains to take charge

Like Bad Brainswho rock like high-powered guitars

Get hip to yourself good God

(get it---)