a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

people under the stairs - e business lyrics

e business lyrics
intro: jazmak
yo
i just want to know if uh
you ever had a dream that you were p+ssin’?
woke up and uh, you were p+ssin’
hey, uh, let’s get a brand new bag for our own
who are we
undisputed champs
i’m jazmak
watch

verse 1: jazmak
jazmak, the l.a. hip hop, phantom menace
rip your crew to finish
the records i blemish
the one and only young brother with nothin’ to prove
except for myself, that’s why i’m makin’ some moves
don’t be a fool little dude, rap is worth its while
keep your lyrics tight and make your listeners smile
but the real tеst, to keep the crowd impressed
wе got the lyrics to go, like a tribe called quest
and keep your mind on the up and up, you’ll go real far
don’t worry about my crew, we know exactly who we are
we are the undisputed champs, so f+ck what your squad say
kickin’ dope sh+t for your moms and your padre
whether jazz or andre, you’ll remember the name
my words will live forever ‘cause you know i got fame
p+ssy ass whack n+ggas going out like blame
one trip through the heights, you will never be the same
and in this game
we’re not uplifting the kids, we’re just out liftin’ the fizz
and then we handle our bizz, until the next time
i’ma let ya speak, f+ck where you come from
that’s where i take my leave
f+ck where you come from, that’s where i take my leave (jazmak)
f+ck where you come from, that’s where i take my leave (jazmak)
(f+ck) where you come from, that’s where i take my leave (jazmak)
f+ck where you come from, that’s where i take my leave (jazmak)

verse 2: thes one
i smash in the medium marker, crash in the darker
bring forth the lighter, light up the beedie
inhale, stale
writers prevail in 1999
so i collaborate with the greatest of all times
write all rhymes true, to what i know i stick to
who, said it was all glitz
i exhale
this sh+t is stale
old beedies are like new hip hop
so when i stop to think
i cop a drink and then drop myself on a porch
picked up the torch, young olympic runner under fire
like a tail gun, enough heat to compete with summer
so don’t sweat it, crews dread it like
ya mon (double k)
and jerk chicken sicken when they see us start sprintin’
recallin’ [?] ideas
wishin’ god would save em, heal the wounds i gave ‘em
finish ‘em off soft, bless then raise ‘em
to heaven, but that left eleven like
man i shoulda seen it comin’
my battle uniform decorated like
the drum and residents evidently numb pressure
check my tracks on record and when it’s crunch time
c. portugal’s right beneath the line
makin’ hits, rewindin’ sh+t to show l.a. how i did it
like mbna give credit when i come wit’ it
my applicate raise your interest rate, way past great
our late night mixtapes and shows
not beats and flows, just good ol’ l.a. music for bros and hoes
just good ol’ l.a. music for bros and hoes (jazmak)
(yo word; check it) [double k]
just good ol’ l.a. music for bros and hoes (jazmak)
(it’s like that the p) [double k]
just good ol’ l.a. music for bros and hoes (jazmak)
(you know what happened to the good old days?) [double k]
just good ol’ l.a. music for bros and hoes (jazmak)
(1992) [double k]

verse 3: double k
yo, i sway back and forth like a reggae song
[?] division i see through like dunce crews
when you walkin’ talkin’ scary, get the f+ck out of dodge
i’m on a mission that ain’t complete, it won’t be for a minute
and your party ain’t startin’, until the p run up in it
with a case and a crate of some of that old school
to make the og’s on the wall, get up and act a fool
i’m the rappin’ dappin’ snappin’ at the f+ckin’ moment
and everybody disagreein’, it’s duck season
tuck your chest in and be safe
otherwise i erase, your whole existence from this hip hop business
yo, i’m only in this to start sh+t and drink beer
get some ducketts in my pocket, grab the microphone and rock it
like herbie and a tre or n+a+s+a
the word [?] always hittin’ straight out of l.a
224 to be exact (where that at?)
the west side of where you at, we lay low in the back
like your family dog (how’s that?)
we just kickin’ it
laughin’ at you sucka n+ggas soundin’ ridiculous
jazmak, thes one, and the k got yo’ attention
cookin’ up exotic sh+t n+gga
stay up out the…
and you know
outro:
now
continue leaning forward until the top of the head
is resting on the floor
this is done by raising the back
let the hands rest where they were
inhale, and exhale slowly
and hold as long as it is comfortable
inhale, exhale
inhale, exhale
inhale, exhale
inhale, exhale

- people under the stairs lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS