People Under The Stairs Pass The 40 Lyrics
Pass The 40 by People Under The Stairs
[Intro]
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Si' a raggamuffin rambo rough
Cut
Land of mercy
Land of mercy
Cut
Chemistry
[Double K]
I used to sell mixtapes, now people put me on it
I'm rolling to the rhythm, some people they fall on it
I be rockin', eagle clockin', the ladies they say I'm shockin'
Bartender, let me cut. Man, I'm doin' too much
Kickin the stimulator, good time, top of a rhyme
"Refrigerator" Perry cool style, I'm on a line
Never sweating, mic checking till my voice is clear
So all party people hear me y'all far and near
[Thes One]
You could get with Chris, or you could get with Mike
Either way the P display, Frito Lay stay chip-makin'
Traffic (heat?) watch my weight like skip bacon
Grown man sport not made for Clay Aikin
Show rock shakin' the house for grown paste like miso
Your whole guest book on Myspace like
He so fresh we protest the dopest
They surpass, the rap lambaste the hopeless
The underground stuck in '93's not fresh
Backpack and rhyme books, not a good look
Just leave it to the pros, twinkle toes and catch holes
In a sheet like a ghost writin' all over my beat
Pass the 40 cuz my mother's not looking
[Double K]
Never crip walking just spittin the hip talking
I be flippin' so much they be callin me Tony Hawk and
Like an ollie, fishtail wheel jump grab
The college rude filler with dopeness
Man who wrote this?
Quote this in your essay turn it in and begin
To get the props from all the honeys, your professors and friends
People under the stairwell, you know that we rocks well
The sheriff in ya' city want to throw us in jail
So I'm turnin on my twin reverb delay mike
Kick a rhyme so divine that It's dyn-o-mite!
Bound to blow up, so throw your favorite sign and chill
The P, not your average, man, we all the way ill
[Thes One]
Yep
But also like a ghost we stay flyin' still here
Haunting melodies, Crews like Penélope's
Better be ready. Artillery better be heavily
Loaded, locked, strapped up on the block
I'm just sayin', your dude's busy playing with hip-hop
Sure we make jokes, fundamentally respect this
I only expect some of you to even get this
If you don't go and check yourself like a coat
Rewind study two times on the quote
Like an LSAT, an MCAT, educated rap
Dope studying it way back Farmers Boulevard
It's on now, only gotta keep the fire cookin'
Now pass the 40 cuz you momma ain't lookin'
[Outro]
Pass the 40 cuz my mother's not looking
??
Si' a raggamuffin rambo rough
Cut
Land of mercy
Land of mercy
Cut
Chemistry
[Double K]
I used to sell mixtapes, now people put me on it
I'm rolling to the rhythm, some people they fall on it
I be rockin', eagle clockin', the ladies they say I'm shockin'
Bartender, let me cut. Man, I'm doin' too much
Kickin the stimulator, good time, top of a rhyme
"Refrigerator" Perry cool style, I'm on a line
Never sweating, mic checking till my voice is clear
So all party people hear me y'all far and near
[Thes One]
You could get with Chris, or you could get with Mike
Either way the P display, Frito Lay stay chip-makin'
Traffic (heat?) watch my weight like skip bacon
Grown man sport not made for Clay Aikin
Show rock shakin' the house for grown paste like miso
Your whole guest book on Myspace like
He so fresh we protest the dopest
They surpass, the rap lambaste the hopeless
The underground stuck in '93's not fresh
Backpack and rhyme books, not a good look
Just leave it to the pros, twinkle toes and catch holes
In a sheet like a ghost writin' all over my beat
Pass the 40 cuz my mother's not looking
[Double K]
Never crip walking just spittin the hip talking
I be flippin' so much they be callin me Tony Hawk and
Like an ollie, fishtail wheel jump grab
The college rude filler with dopeness
Man who wrote this?
Quote this in your essay turn it in and begin
To get the props from all the honeys, your professors and friends
People under the stairwell, you know that we rocks well
The sheriff in ya' city want to throw us in jail
So I'm turnin on my twin reverb delay mike
Kick a rhyme so divine that It's dyn-o-mite!
Bound to blow up, so throw your favorite sign and chill
The P, not your average, man, we all the way ill
[Thes One]
Yep
But also like a ghost we stay flyin' still here
Haunting melodies, Crews like Penélope's
Better be ready. Artillery better be heavily
Loaded, locked, strapped up on the block
I'm just sayin', your dude's busy playing with hip-hop
Sure we make jokes, fundamentally respect this
I only expect some of you to even get this
If you don't go and check yourself like a coat
Rewind study two times on the quote
Like an LSAT, an MCAT, educated rap
Dope studying it way back Farmers Boulevard
It's on now, only gotta keep the fire cookin'
Now pass the 40 cuz you momma ain't lookin'
[Outro]
Pass the 40 cuz my mother's not looking