Penthouse Players Clique - Undaground Boss lyrics

f** it yeah I think it's about time we come like this Cause I'm tired I'm tired and I'm tired and I'm tired and I'm tired Clowning these fools on the mic cause they're bozos And when I rock their hoes wanna go with me Any mothaf**in place I'm going Just because of these funky a** rhymes I'm blowing Coming from the left on these sorry a** n***as Thinking they're better cause their bankroll's bigger That's bullsh** this troop is unfadeable Soon as I hit I'm paid in full Back off of me punks cause I'm a loc And I'll bust your monkey a** and tired of being broke I will work this underground like a hound Whatever you wanna do fools I'm down for Banging you busters you don't know the real Hang you by your balls till you sound a wheel But I'ma run this punk n***as done this wrong for the f** cost of a song I'm the hard a** player from the PPC Got punk mothaf**as crossing over to me I could do it anyway anyhow right now In the presence of a player perpetrators must bow Yeah and that's what the f** I'm talking about, s**ers So what the f**'s up this is Penthouse Yeah Yo Compton, Playa Hamm from LA is bout to show you how the true players play Peep the Renaissance debut of my clique Beats the DJ Quik makes the freaks wanna freak Yeah I went to Compton to find a DJ Put him in my cutla** and brought him back to LA JB put us down with the dollars we needed We watched the 1200 and an E-mu SP The boy got funky, too funky This here turned out to be a true player's career Quik told me this is how them Compton n***as did it Work the underground till the over got with it So if them sorry a** n***as could do this sh** I know goddamn well Penthouse gonna hit All I wanna do is get a proper a** cap I don't wanna fall into that drug bullsh** trap Cause I'm a dope dealer slinging dope a** rap And perhaps I can get paid for these caps PPC down your mothaf**in throat Choking s**ers out with that rhymes that I wrote Chilling at the sleigh working for crumbs Underestimators feeling pretty goddamn dumb Treating me like I'm just a cleanup n***a Me coming like this they couldn't figure Now they get phased when they beat my take They know I got paid when they see me drake They want a jock licking I might let em in Or I just might serve their monkey a**es again I paid the cost to be the boss Serving no remorse every fighter in the world feel the mothaf**in force Full coarse meals will be bent in the process Each rhyme rhythm signifies who's best So who's next I don't give a f** where you're from What you done to get here or hard you come I ain't no gang banger but I'm a gangster A player mothaf** up in your mother, I'll bang her With rhymes for anyone and everyone involved You got a problem s**er, run up It's up Yeah, goddamn skippy It ain't no mothaf**in peanut bu*ter, s**er You know what's up Yeah, we want it so I told you way back You know what's happening Yeah, the n***a Worms is in the penthouse My brother Joke is in the penthouse Ritchie Rich is in the penthouse That n***a Shake is in the penthouse Rickys Step is in the penthouse Big Slim is in the penthouse The n***a Jewels is in the penthouse That EazyZ mall in the penthouse You know what's happening ain't nothing changed Now, I don't contradict I just dick and pick And they pay me when they play me tricks just as long for trip I'm then one standing playing for PPC I'ma give a f** my name IMC ain't down with me You heard of my crew, you knew we were coming You knew soon as we hit your silly a**es troop They got us so hard but true we were remind And when we hit the LYs things were changed for we, punk Perpetrating marks get punked You get us a broche and you'll get mocked Don't even try to convince yourself of anything different I keep telling you punks we play no favorites DJ Quik and I will keep coming cause we're greater Then any North, South or Westcoast perpetrator All you oughta say to us, s**er MCs Eat my muthaf**in dust Hell yeah, I ain't gonna let off at all OG PPC here to serve you all Call your Mamas and Daddies they'll be jocking my feast Telling you "Uh, sorry son, Playa Hamm got you beat" Treat yourself, s**ers, this is a free meal One hundred percent unadulterated real Play my tape and get mad You know you can't fade it We knew the sh** was funky as soon as we made it Yeah, you started this sh** and now you wanna back out Get your pencil and paper so I'ma see what you're talking about I'm coming right back just as though you know it I'm nothing but the boss Los Angeles poet This underground sh** is simple sometimes redundant Which means it repeats itself if you were wondering This is your level I work on multitudes So that I can break it down low and real too This is for the s**ers that thought I couldn't do But the real is that I just wouldn't do it before But you mothaf**as wanted it this way Now you talking bout "What the f** did he say?" You heard it right we wanted to play this sh** right And when it's six AM you know I'm giving up no slack You made it easy for me to get over on the ground Like I'ma said I'ma jacking this sh** like my hound A rhyme a day for the undead please A rhyme a day for you s**ers to feast