People Under The Stairs

(Thes One)
Thes born in south America
Moved to South Bay, Run with crew from Mid-City
Thats were I stay, I'm from LA always have been
And always will be Capital, *La Sprall* the P stands out like Palm Trees
Next to Pine Trees blownin' in a Santa Ana breeze
My DJs got fame, underground Rick Dees
I am MC so bring fuckin 5 minutes
I Jam like the one ten in the 84' Olympics
Keep the rhyme moving like the unity location
Rap has been my vocation since before the Japanese on the radio station
Thats why they Fired Jay Thomas, I keep it fattin' like the llama yo I promise
Never stop never change like the price at Dodger Stadium
I blow up rock free shows at the palladium
Afterwards the crew i'm taking up to Tommy's Burgers
Gotta be for every Los Angelino Murder
A rhyme for every burgler, Thes a *well worder*
It comes together in a freeway like East LA merger
That means you'll get no pay but I erge ya
Keep ya eye on LA like *Ta Kennedy reword ya*
Heard of someone better? Send em'my way
He get done the LA Way..... the Driveby way.....

Thes One (Verse 2)
Every one in my town think they got flow
Thes serve more wack MCs than waitress at Roscoes
You know at the graveyard shift, gettin spliff
We can take it downtown like Figueroa and 5th
And after that I'm heading up to El Cholo for some dinner
Bustin' thru the inner city underground like the red line
Thinner than the line at Car wash in El Nino
Thats you son see no time in this lo-cal
Underground down talkin bout yo I'm keepin it real
I'm coming wit the Walkmen and tapes not sealed
Not a 22, 45 but a 9' double 06
*Put it on your letter to the veter make a snap, send in a letter*
Letter to Thes, LA legend like Fernando Valenzuela
Yes he aint never ran in a battle yes
But he be smokin' beedies watchin the sun set from sunset

(scratching)
On a warm San Franciscan Night...

(Verse 1)
Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bopp the Bay Bridge faded,
Tryin' to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it low through the streets
And niggas givin' us pounds 'cause of these dope-ass sounds
We run aground like ships over these beats I flips
The bass is hittin' so hard that your CD skips
Well check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again
I got my grip on it, to turn it up to volume ten
Volume ten? Word, like that brother from LA
Lord Radio and Hale Bopp be streakin' through the Bay
We all-city like the Mayor
You see my name on more fresh shit than Creed Taylor
The G for international ladies like a sailor,
Like a sailor I gets drunk and bust flows to the beat
Like my man J, I feel the Agony in Defeat
Cause sucka-chumps wanna test, step like we don't know
We doin', we doin' shows in San Francisco
That's right young writer, got a hit for all you biters
Time to bless another track, we gettin' rid of the wack
We put 'em in the back with the other Tappan Zee shit
Beats hit hard, make the trolleys do ollies
Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the bay
See our name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K
We gettin' wild for the night, we gettin' wild for the night
And it all went down, a what, what

On a warm San Franciscan night
Yo, rockin' shows for you and your crew
On a warm San Franciscan night
We rollin' blunts and doin' the do
On a warm San Franciscan night
We doin shows wit a mic check a one two
On a warm San Franciscan night
PUTS on the back, but we're comin' through
On a warm San Franciscan night

(Verse 2)
We was drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin'
Didn't think about the morning hangover, just didn't want to be sober
Yo Radio, tell me how did you feel,
Like I'll never catch a DUI, hit gas, peel
Make a left on Market, yo Mr. Double K
Ay, ay what's up?
Roll up the windows and spark
Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice
Smokin' on top of the hill so we can peep the city lights
I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz
Doin' a San Francisco show like Hubert Laws
CTI 7071, go buy it
Bring the drums like Harvey Mason, don't try it
Better luck next time, tryin' to step to the P
You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about LA
Yo Double K, tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats
The PUTS show's a San Francisco treat
A San Francisco treat just like some Rice-A-Roni
Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Monie
Phony homie, you'll never rock a party
Your wack-ass crew gets called out
See I play the rod-roddy, come on now
To the Southland punks have you feelin the concrete
Have you askin' questions from your hands to your feet
You don't want to do the shit that I'm offering
Sayin that P can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool
Very often we win, yo very sueldom we lose
Spice rockin' yo mother-fuckin whole city

On A Warm San Francisco Night
Yo, rollin blunts and doin the do (the do, the do)
On A Warm San Francisco Night
Chillin wit your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew)
On A Warm San Francisco Night
Scaring old people, still doin the do (we're doin the do)

Yeah, making collect calls to another area code, we mowed
We be the 310, we be the main extension I be the Double K
And we crowning, ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, loose,
San Francisco here we come, we're comin' back we gonna have some fun
Much love to the Bay Area
P-U-T-S
(On a warm San Franciscan...)
Rockin' the disco, startin' a fight

Come on, move it! Get in one line here!

(Double K)
I got, ten MC's held up in a line
Cause all these dudes told me that they knew how to rhyme
So which one will it be that I choose to test first
The way he grabbed the mic showed signs of a pussy and even worse
He was talkin bout a gat that wasn't tucked in his waist
So I ???? into the next sucka face (next)
This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work
Gave him a pound and a pin, moved on to this next jerk
Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed
Bustin bout bitches he be hittin and his stupid ass clothes
Bitch smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin'
But I was anticipatin with Satan to see him bakin'
Under the authority of someone lower than me
Started gettin tired (yawn!), skipped three, now here's the seventh MC
Looked like a pretty cool guy, but sounded like Treach (Hay! Ho!)
Moved around all fast screamin with weapons around his neck
It was like a fuckin joke, me and the gang got a good laugh,
He got all hot, tried to dulo, we beat his fuckin ass like
(sounds of fighting)
Number eight was a female, at least that's how I figured,
Until it started rappin, sounded like one of my niggas,
God damn this that, and all the guns in the world
Harder than most niggas on the mic, even had a Jheri Curl (damn!)
Sent her to Jenny Jones, for the little makeover,
Told her, "be back in two weeks!" you see all I wanted to do was bone her
Word, she's out like yesterday's six pack
So let's get back to the last two, yo they from the same crew,
What should we do, Thes said he knew them niggas from some open mic spot,
They tried to gun up, got cut up, so here's round 2

"Yea you money! I'm talkin to you!"
"You got a battle rap? Battle me!"
"Wassup?!"
"Battle me!"
"Wassup?!"

(Thes One)
Yo! What would you do if I could prove you didn't exist and it was true
Like ??? solidified proof of your essence
Of you in the spoof of your birth
Now I guess that would lesson your worth to the dirt and the earth
And the leaf, now I leave you alone without belief that your really here
And assist you beneath your fear
An endearing tear would fall if all that I said was true,
Am I right or ???, too complex for quote
I'll have the final say,
Like the rope to the boat to the dock, you're not free yet, man
You're sick, stuck, caught, sick in the head,
Stuck to the bed, you're dumbfed
Diseased with that mononuclear, what I look like money?!
That latin listening to Coolio? So I ask,
What was your mom's task when she had you?
If fully she knew that through all of her pain
Her baby was born without brain and insane and just plain,
no style! No smile, your memories are worth a shitpile to me
You believe that you're free?!! Man, free from your mom,
Free from the man and most of all free from me but you see,
I've caught you! My bad you don't really exist,
So I got to, explain this so when I tell you how not to,
You won't do it, I'm screwin your thinkin!
I know I exist and I prove it cause I'm listening to you
But I ask, what if God was an evil genius who only made you believe you were
true?
And your life was nothing man! Just a really long dream
And when you die you'll start a whole new life, a whole new dream
But that was just a dream, and it seems man you can't break out the cycle
Am I crazy? Go to your church and ask your white God if I'm right though,
Whatever he replies will be lies, we've already established this evil,
When I'm lying, you don't exist but merely as emotion and perceival,
Believe you'll be round tomorrow kid, yo,
You've borrowed time with no entrance,
And since you're a dream I can mentally put on the pinch
And you disappear in an instant,
Fool what?! What?!

"nigga fuck you! You can't rap anyway"
"We up out of here!"
"Sucka ass niggas! Eat a dick!"

(Thes One)
Yo, I think this time I've found a shorty for me
We talk a lot, take walks a lot, she doesn't bore me
In fact she won't ignore me when I'm speakin music matters
She's intelligent, fly style flatters
My own style, chickens scatter when she floats through the club
Child matters,
Love, I'm thinkin,
I met her one night drinkin, I suggested a show,
She walked up and said, "I know you
You're from the P-U, T-S, I think your name is Thes too,"
Would you like a soda, I'm underage
Slipped her my number, tipped away
And said give me a page later
In typical latin lady flavor she said "maybe,
??? que si" That's how it should be
And see she played me close, next night dinner,
The champagne toast, sunset pacific coast,
And mostwhile, everything to me was like tight groovy
Always a treat, man, she took me to the movies
Made love to beats, woke up and made me pancakes
And this point I knew my shit was land or lakes
Fellas, I might be in love but something's still not right,
We didn't fight but she didn't call me last night
She got mad loot, no jobs, and plus a high renter
Cellular phone to check the Pac Bell message center,
Which she does too much, and I'm really not with it
She tells me that she loves me so I guess I'm committed

(HOOK x 2)
Turndown days.....
No way, no way
"It gets better, this girl's kinda clever"

(Double K)
Yo I was coolin at the club about ten on the dot
Drinkin Hennesey and Coke, feeling like 2Pac
Me and the crew hit the stage in about a half of one
Trying to ditch security cause I'm under twenty-one
Just then, I see this fine Latin chick walk past
Face like never before, body like an hour glass
So I was lookin at the booty, it was lookin right back,
You would have thought she wanted loot but it wasn't like that
Yo this girl stepped to me, asked me, what was my name,
I told her, Mike, she looked with a grin, said, that's right
Then for a minute I started to wonder how she knew who I was,
Yo, we've been doin mad shows with the underground buzz,
Then I asked her her name, yo I heard that somewhere,
Matter of fact, I have, but yo the K didn't care
All I wanted was the ass, only that and nothing more,
Talked a cool 15 minutes, got the number, hit the floor,
Saw Thes, gave him the DAT, we rocked the show,
Woke up the next day, aww shit, here we go
Seen a number in the pager that I didn't recognize,
Matched it up with the little paper received last night,
Word up, I'm bout to hit the skins like it was my first
Returned the call, got the address, and quenched my thirst,
Took a quick shower, was out in five minutes,
Big grin on my grill cause I knew I'd be up in it,
Her crib was in four, so I strolled down the road,
Kinda high off the blunt, bangin on the front door,
She opened up, still in her nightclothes,
Fourplay was in effect before I closed the front door,
You know how it goes, fingers in her shoobie doobie,
Whispered in her ear that I wanted her to do me,
And we did it homeboy, all day and night,
But even after that, something still wasn't right,
What the fuck, Thes's beat tape doin on your night stand?
Yo, I figured it out, it was a gameplan
I asked her whats up, she said I got a man,
And I got a what, what, what, what

(Hook x 2)

(Assault)
Y'all didn't see me all day, I stayed at the bay awaitin,
The car from the maiden I had met when I was chasin
Down the bus which I missed but I wasn't too pissed
When I spotted a sis, who lit my eyes like the trees
They put up on Christmas, I said, hey, how are you doin today?
She said, aiight, the frame was tight so I continued her way,
Shootin the breeze like LA, conversation was cool,
She went to school, had a job, and no meat was the rule,
Now not to send like a gay librarian,
I appreciate the fact you're vegetarian,
I eat some flesh once in awhile, was her reply,
And then she looked at me with an old look in her eye,
I said, what, I'm not your kind of nigga?
Not quite, but I'll be very interested to hang out with you tonight,
I thought whoa, huh, this girl's a sick puppy,
If she chills at the crib I'll probably get lucky
But she never showed..... all day, I missed work.....
But she never showed up....
I think she was bisexual
She had a fat ass....
It was like red, kinda like reddish brown

(Double K)
Hold up! Where'd she stay it?!

(Assault)
Like, Culver City or something

(Double K)
Awwww!

(Thes One)
Wait a second... shit

(Assault)
What? Huh?

(Thes One)
Naww dude!

(Double K)
What's wrong with you?

(Thes One)
Naww dude!!!

(Double K)
What kind of car she drove?

(Assault)
She had a little Honda or something

(Everybody)
NOOOOO!!!

(Intro)
(Freak it now)
Knights will come, be advised
They'll come for them
Be advised they'll come
Someone's sure that they'll be here

(Double K)
Yo Thes, what (what up?)
Can you rock the mic?

(Thes One)
A ha ha, my mellow my man, it's like ridin' a bike
Uh, Double K

(Double K)
What's Up?

(Thes One)
Can you rock it?

(Double K)
Like ridin' a bike, but only with training wheels
So what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal

(Thes One)
I shoot the gift like NRA members on Christmas
Morning warning rock MCs like isthmus like a principal

(Hook)
I'm the principal, our crew's invincible
Under The Stairs
Impairs auditroy of your whole municipal (municipal?)
Code area, attack like malaria
Concrete jungle bundle of joy
With bobby-boys
It's scary to think our tape destroys your crew's hopes (what?)
I can't cope with that, say no
Put it on a DAT, Double K
'Cause everything I say will one day give away
Or another recovered in it's original place
Signify this straight caligrified verse
Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse

(Thes One)
Only thing worse, chaos bursts the eardrums, the P
Making the beats and rhymes funkally-dunkally
Fat like chunky here, but not out for radio play
Here's a crew washing the wax my mind space
Tight A, not Navy deals, no way
Pets for three sixty five days
I add a fourth 'cause I leap year
I leave tracks like Amtrack
Battles the P and Superman
After that your crew will try and forget like Izoin(?)
It's the Amistad, man Beckets(?) know it better
I rip it all up like a letter for the principal

(Hook)

(Thes One)
Chaos bursts...(Double K cuts in)

(Double K)
(Unintelligible) my crew bad as milk
That's one, lace the track
Like a blunt with the weird smell
Nigga, your stunned
Other from the brothers with another monkey(?) shit
Put the viddy(?) on the stick and make sure it don't skip
Hip-Hoppin is rarest, punk
You know you wanna admit it
All these crews runnin around with wack tracks
They don't get it, the gettin distressed (word?)
They gettin me mad

(Thes One)
So what you sayin, Double K?

(Double K)
Just put that shit on my tab
Don't feel like dealin' with it now
I'll deal with it later
See, the mic's in my possesion
Yo, so while she did it
To the minmute
Stupid frontin' since we first stepped in
Brought it back a couple of times
Now you give it a grin
First you tell your homey,
"Yeah man, that shit's fresh!"
Didn't know this kinda shit could be lurkin' the west
We puttin' hair on your chest
We flow with no hesitation
Late radio stations ain't allowed on these premesis
Millions hearin' this
Late at night like domestic violece
Smackin' you the fuck up
Until we get some silence (word)
Keep you like Judge Judy on the mic
Puttin' up a fight
Rollin' hard 'till the break of daylight
So next time you corny niggas wanna come hardcore
Go listen to 'Lil Kim (word...)

"What's the time? Time to rock our shit"
(Scratched until end in various ways)

[Double-K]
Hold me a one and I'm blunted
Each and every other hour
On the bad vacant find I'm back to ?
*You niggas out there smokin that dope*
Tell your mumma "shut up"
And they crack its the herbalonics
Some people call it the chronic
I call it the best stress reliever, the mind pleaser
Dakobe told me that its the best way to pull a skeezer out the
Draws, no flaws when I begin to roll up
*Hey, whats up big man, can I hit that?*
Dude, Hold up
We'll talk about it right after I'm done getting bouted
Stay clouded with my local reefer merchant so my purchase will be fat
Not skinny, yeah I smoke plenty
And it aint to look pretty, I bring j's up this stone city
floating round my town, cracking jokes, eating food
Acting the fucking clown and all my friends are down
To chip in, and hit a few, I mean ?? a few
And if you don't like Cheeba then this song aint for you
I'm sayin you should try it, dont be a fake my brother
Put your lips up to the shit and close your eyes and hit the motherfucker
Fuck your friends and everything that they know
I'm Double-K bringin it up, its one minute like a pro
So all my weed head niggas get busy in the place
I'm out three times, i'ma bout to take one to the face like...

(scratching)
On a warm San Franciscan Night...

(Verse 1)
Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bopp the Bay Bridge faded,
Tryin' to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it low through the streets
And niggas givin' us pounds 'cause of these dope-ass sounds
We run aground like ships over these beats I flips
The bass is hittin' so hard that your CD skips
Well check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again
I got my grip on it, to turn it up to volume ten
Volume ten? Word, like that brother from LA
Lord Radio and Hale Bopp be streakin' through the Bay
We all-city like the Mayor
You see my name on more fresh shit than Creed Taylor
The G for international ladies like a sailor,
Like a sailor I gets drunk and bust flows to the beat
Like my man J, I feel the Agony in Defeat
Cause sucka-chumps wanna test, step like we don't know
We doin', we doin' shows in San Francisco
That's right young writer, got a hit for all you biters
Time to bless another track, we gettin' rid of the wack
We put 'em in the back with the other Tappan Zee shit
Beats hit hard, make the trolleys do ollies
Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the bay
See our name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K
We gettin' wild for the night, we gettin' wild for the night
And it all went down, a what, what

On a warm San Franciscan night
Yo, rockin' shows for you and your crew
On a warm San Franciscan night
We rollin' blunts and doin' the do
On a warm San Franciscan night
We doin shows wit a mic check a one two
On a warm San Franciscan night
PUTS on the back, but we're comin' through
On a warm San Franciscan night

(Verse 2)
We was drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin'
Didn't think about the morning hangover, just didn't want to be sober
Yo Radio, tell me how did you feel,
Like I'll never catch a DUI, hit gas, peel
Make a left on Market, yo Mr. Double K
Ay, ay what's up?
Roll up the windows and spark
Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice
Smokin' on top of the hill so we can peep the city lights
I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz
Doin' a San Francisco show like Hubert Laws
CTI 7071, go buy it
Bring the drums like Harvey Mason, don't try it
Better luck next time, tryin' to step to the P
You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about LA
Yo Double K, tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats
The PUTS show's a San Francisco treat
A San Francisco treat just like some Rice-A-Roni
Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Monie
Phony homie, you'll never rock a party
Your wack-ass crew gets called out
See I play the rod-roddy, come on now
To the Southland punks have you feelin the concrete
Have you askin' questions from your hands to your feet
You don't want to do the shit that I'm offering
Sayin that P can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool
Very often we win, yo very sueldom we lose
Spice rockin' yo mother-fuckin whole city

On A Warm San Francisco Night
Yo, rollin blunts and doin the do (the do, the do)
On A Warm San Francisco Night
Chillin wit your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew)
On A Warm San Francisco Night
Scaring old people, still doin the do (we're doin the do)

Yeah, making collect calls to another area code, we mowed
We be the 310, we be the main extension I be the Double K
And we crowning, ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, loose,
San Francisco here we come, we're comin' back we gonna have some fun
Much love to the Bay Area
P-U-T-S
(On a warm San Franciscan...)
Rockin' the disco, startin' a fight

Out on the Porch

(Verse 1)
Lets have a mid city fiesta with your west LA connections
Hop inside the vehicle start crossing intersections
We learning life's lessons
While we blaze this herbal essence
A man was still a child and I have so many questions
I struggled all my life to evade the misconceptions
To find a place to live between the negatives and positives
While trying to make money slanging synonyms and homonyms
I went to pop's house so I can visit moms and him
Cut to the mall got them brand new pair of timberlands
Then dipped down a one way trying to skew up double k
And chill with my people on this bright and sunny day
My nigga spliff was sippin' Becks, I'm slappin hands with guests
Locate a shady spot so we can circulate the stress
Mary Jane invades my brain now I can't complain
I'm sayin' what else is there to do besides relax
Let the problems in your mind become ancient artifacts
Perhaps these raps can help you alleviate
The things that's got you trippin you watch me demonstrate
First you ignore the nonsense and clear your conscience
Let your pen touch the paper write verbs and consonants
As the words become a sentence you start to feel indifferent
The stress is out your mind you feel like the weight was lifted
Terrific I'm glad we had this time to discuss
I'm out yo, call me if you want to blaze one up

(Chorus)
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
I let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you goin find
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
Just let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you goin find

(Verse 2)
I try to keep it stress free take everyday at a time
Make sure the families in place and let the music unwind
I got men to take charge like major outlet
Ride around the country chillin in my LA express
On every street corner
The importance of having fun
If he bottle spill tobacco don't nobody carry guns
We keep our minds on fun and let the drums do the bangin'
On any given day like Mr. Cooper yo we hangin'
Under the blue sky the state laced the small
Belucchi quarter inched cables with all the sound that we brawl
Can't get enough so brother pass another cold one
Feel like a dad at a ball game mappin with his son
Chuck D yo word up we buggin over time
From the light to the lime original star time
It's the double criss one

It camel brought the ammo so we can shoot
Game like thugs on your sport channel
Take off the du-rag replace it with a thinkin cap
If you didn't know tell the bro he should have known that
We here for one thing and that's to remain
What's the name...name...name...nigga

(Chorus)
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
I let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you will find
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
Just let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you will find

(Verse 3)
Yo L.A. hit me one time make it funky
Double down on my underground sound I'm feelin lucky
For this jackpot I jacks pot to feelin my crips
We lay back chillin and feelin the music relates
We on the to the two hangin with my crew
Bullshittin while we sittin down drinkin on some brew
And to the afternoon turns to the moonlight
Funky tracks and nickle sacks freestylin all night
Doin it right no one with time music make it better
My crew banging two blocks like shots from my berretta
Snub nose to the hoes who pose I suppose
Honey you gotta understand your man's got flows
And I'm leavin you so by the time I get the Phoenix
Underground ground head'll fiend this musical genius
Transglobal by the books
Like Barnes with noble hooks
Armed with overlooked talented guests of while bless crooks
Who still lose and keep this shit alive
Something for your truths to sit around and bye bye
For camel double invest to ease stress
We bout to hip hop so have fun and god bless

(Chorus)
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
I let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you will find
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
Just let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you will find

(Verse 4)
Pop collars to this
Wear ice to this
Drink crys to this
Yo is there somethin we missed
Pop collars to this
Wear ice to this
Drink crys to this
Is there somethin we missed?
Yeh like my two way
Throw boes and do the shoulder shake
We throwin boes up in here
Do the shoulder shake
Oh shit my two way
Oops my shoulder shake
I'm throwin bows

(Double K arguing with woman)
What you mean I ain't making no money off this hip-hop shit?
Yeah, I know this is all I do is stay up and make beats
You know, this is how we make our living
This is what the people want us to do
Nah, I'm not gonna get a job there
I'm not gonna work there, all day at The Gap
Fuck it, hey, come over here, let's listen to Thes One

(Thes One)
Check it out, it was me and Double K in my room in 95
Beatboxing on the mic, recording the tape live
Before we arrived on the scene, you know what I mean
When it was all about... I forgot, man forget it
See now the P is sweated as a global event
But it seems those closest to me seem the least to care
When it was "Rah-rah, y'all can do it" back in the day
Now it's like 3 hours deep and "When are you getting paid?"
My records are played, I sleep smiling every night
But when I wake up, it's something else, a whole new fight
Like cats double crossing me, that I try and help out
If it wasn't for me and Double that shit wouldn't come out
So recognize whose the guys devoting they life to it
Sacrificed stability to flex our ability
Prove the inner artillery
I can't chill until we fufill the plan of having mic's in the hand
The sole reason I was cast down on this land
Is to sit in front of the MPC and turn the bland into the flambay
Things to play to make your day
Same shit 10 years ago I'm doing today
And 10 years from now, so don't ask how or even why
B-boy for life, fuck a suit and a tie
Cuz I'll know I made a difference on the day that I die
Aiyyo, I b-boy for life so fuck a suit and a tie

(Double K)
Yeah... I feel you man
She be talking that ole bullshit, you know
You know, maybe you should get out and go get a job, ya know
Or--or, we can't spend enough time, ya know what I'm saying?
Just like you, maan, Big Thes man,
I done spent all my life tryna do this hip-hop shit
Think it was like 95-96, when I...

Perfected my track skills on the SP
Murdered 10 seconds in a minute, peers couldn't get it
Mike was walking on water, my brother you shoulda seen it
Got ate up in some rap battles, I'm here to redeem it
Like a rain check hustler, scoping the aisles
Chocking lyrics making beats just to keep it on file
With the ADAT Zip on the floppy I'm never coming sloppy
No reason to copy niggas, I'm dope so go figure
Not conceided nigga, I'm confident when I'm dropping it
Hold the microphone firm, let the lyrics burn
Like the buddha to the sherm
I'm mellow with one word, two, let it cage,
Bringing better days when I bust
Stay grounded with my head in the clouds and thats a must
Ya know, just a piece in my hip-hop black book
Outlining the track y'all watch for the hook
Filling in my ideas, here to keep your style shook
Never rapping like niggas just to be in the game
I'm coming from the inside so y'all remember my name
Yo, it's the K Dub, trouble bringing, the notorious one
Couldn't be stopped, keeping these sucka crews on the run, ya dig it?
No matter what y'all say, do or know, it's me and Thes One maintaining the... uhh...

Ya know how it goes, man... it's me and Thes One, like always, it's two of us...
Keepin' it live... keepin' it fresh... I dunno man...
Sometimes I just feel like we can't take it no more
like we just gonna bust back ya know battle rapping, backpacking
Yeah... yeah... we backrapping...
Backrapping and slapping all you fools in the face
You just a... you just a...
Just a disgrace to the... to the.. to the.. yeah
I like how it sounds right there, man...
It's real, real mellow, real jazzy like, ya dig
Oww... word up... oww... word up... ow... word up...
Thes One and uh, the Double, get live and my man the...
Get live, and we in the house... yeah... he's with The Double..
Y-ye-yeah, he in the house and... we all in the house and...
Suckas...

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(Intro)
Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like
Y'all from San Francisco right?
Nah G we show alot of love
But in the state of California from Humboldt to Oceanside ya dig
But L.A. is where it all happens for the Dub and Thes One
All you MC's say L.A. when you on stage
And when you do spit that hot verse
We gonna make it happen man

(Verse One: Double K)
Who wanna test?
We lickin' off shots in the west
We make believers out the best
Lay the weak to rest
In southern California ain't no place like this
Have to stuff y'all too and we created this shit
So don't be saggin young buck in the presence of this
Don't even come from the city and your runnin your lips
I'm 'bout to make a call get the news van out
Explain to trisha (?to your da'?) on how your crew ran out
We comin live from the trey two three area code
Mad clouds of smoke and ain't no room for snow
Sucka niggaz with sucka beats
Stay in the back seat and buckle up for the ride
I'm chillen with bad guys
And got time on my side
Cause this is my city this is where I live
And if ya bring bad vibes I got something to give
Hangin out under the sun is an everyday thang
And gettin crazy in the labs the only way I bang
Don't step to me with that mean face
Buddy I'm all smiles and I'm countin the miles
Down Crescent Heights boulevard
Home of the stars
Get ya pulled out ya car for frontin' too hard
Just listen, you ain't down with the streets my brotha?
I can forsee in your future ther'es some runnin for cover
Alot of y'all talk a good game
But ain't playin
I learned about the hood and now feel thats where your stayin
Fools be givin you the mad dog after the show
Cause we ain't feelin them flows
Or your designer clothes
Its phony people in L.A. I counted its alot
And if the hanus catch your a bully there claimin your block
Just get it right its Crescent Heights all day all night
The community where I was raised
Livin my days
Wishin I could be the mayor i'd deport you fools
And send you back to squareland cause over here we brew
Authentic people in the town
Throw up your dub take a drag
It's Double K signin off from the home of the bodybags

(Verse Two: Thes One)
Yo about five years after they kill
Creep up the hipe
Wrestlee moovahs the sleepers
Drugdealers rock beepers
T tops, jerry curls, jelly flip flops for girls
C.B.'s on the strip and a commercial for world
All wheels I whistle to my crew up on the block
The color soundtrack rock the fat burger do box
My L.A. U.S.C memories are every sticks who filed down clowns
Claimin the same tricks on this turf
My roots go deep like turbo Nerf
And the cops still sweat us
I roll on all blocks like I'm sellin paletas
And rock the bells
Home of the drive-by where they pop the shells
I eat at (?chuttles en la baka?) not Taco Bell
And if your not from the city then you should probably bail
Cause alot of cats are implants
Claimin our labels something to say and something to prove and
At the shows with the flows and they think the crowds groovin
Its like the 405 at 5:30 nobodys movin
I'm tired of non-recognition losin the mission to proven to cats
That my soundtracks and L.A. hat
When newjacks strap New York rap on the block
With a palm tree it makes me sick
All you underground producers get off Premier's dick and just (chill)
I'm headed back to Pe-dro to sit up on the hill
Next to the Korean bell eatin bizzy bee
Watchin waves swell high visibility catalina and sail boats
Hollywood hip hop soaps and sit-com dreams
I make morphine for beat fiends
Support L.A. teens stay trippin with Cal Green
O.G. Jerry Duffey when I'm on your screen
I'm friends with neighborhood crack heads
And I know (?Ben?)
L.A. is the place where I solve my problems
In it i'll never fear
I'll always stay here
Cause when I'm in L.A. my family's there

(Thes One)
I might call your spot pumpin' if you got crushed ice
In a styrofoam cup with the refill rights
So homie no time to chill we got places to try
I gotta find some grilled onions and a large side of fries
Some guys are mad smart, some guys are tough dudes
But me and my homies we mostly care about food
Got spots to peruse and never choosin' McDonald's
I'm talkin Al's cheesteaks, Dino's and Chano's
Tomy's on Pico, Hi-Life in Pasadena
Man and Lucky Boy too and I can't forget Arena
Wilson Burger by PCH in Hawthorne
And right around the corner is Y-Not, it's awesome
Melrose got Astro's and that's that
I only mess with Fat Burger if your fries are fat
Now Whittier you got Ruby's they're renowned for their shakes
It's like the Claim Jumper pilin up the food on your plate
Wait, now better yet let me tell you 'bout that Busy Bee
You get the Belly Buster?the chicken or the pastrami
Tommy's on the late night, Eat Well for breakfast
And Fritto Misto with my lady?gnocchi's the best dish
Shout to Papadakis, Lighthouse and a Waffle House
Fantastic Cafe and Pronto they rule the South
Word to your mouth until the next Phillippe's
Yo I'm out on the streets looking for something to eat

(Double K)
When I'm chillin' I'd rather be grillin
Gimme a plate of the flavor and Mike starts stealin'
Now if I ain't squeezin lemon on the roast chicken
I'm jumpin on the row like the fast food villain
Burgers I be killin, tomatoes and all
I be coolin in the food court of your favorite mall
Buyin' brunch like it was weight, throw it in the back of the trunk
I'm off to Tom's #2 to get me some lunch
Ten beef tacos, senor. Extra cheese.
And the chips that you got at the store, lookie here
Now I just passed Oki-Dog, I'm headed toward Lucy's
Passed the Roscoe's?they can keep them waffles
In the distance I see a place they call El Rey
Home of the garbage burrito and if not then hit Benito's
Taquitos for days and a big bag of Lay's
Wash it down with a soft drink, hmm, let me think
I head down west to the A-1 Burger
Where the french fries are fresh and you might get murdered
Or what about Johnny's pastramis and shakes
So you can hit Chabelita's for the midnight break
After the club spend a dub and you can feed your crew
On any given day this is what I might do
Go place a order, then wait, pick it up