People Under The Stairs - Roundabouts lyrics

[Thes One and Double K] Uh, uh, uh, uh... (Yo, bust it out, man.) I got my groove back, no Stella Artois It's the Art of Noise, Goodfellas Back to the breaks like Bodhi at Bells People Under the Stairs, hotel to motel Nonstop lockin' at the Holiday Inn Sportin' robes in the hallways We turnin' up always Let the herb blaze, fly away in a haze Get lost inside a daze, my mind is a maze It's not Frankie Beverly Hills Or Frankie Goes To Hollywood That O.G., L.A. talk, Chick Hearn on your block Good to VG-plus to mint, now we gettin' better Two producers are back, it's f*gen and Becker The original Upsetter, the Double Scratch Perry When the two hit the stage, they treat the Kings like Larry Plenty of air-time on your prime-time station Interpretation: it still takes a nation To hold us Back to the Future with the past locked down Don't look back, the Golden Era's right now Long as the P Hendrix, the drum machine Recyclin' the funk, we the original green... Backs, they come in stacks like flapjacks Gettin' your day started, my train of thought departed a long time ago Long rhyme ago, something to keep 'em stoked You see, I ain't no joke. The P, we ain't no joke We're like Eric B.'s facial expression, never change "Forever the P"'s the only way they can explain The legacy deep underwater, abyss Smithsonian, homie, it's Mike and Chris Again, we glide like Schwinns on sunny afternoons Up, up, like a balloon all the way to the moon Plant the flag that decrees that the P was here Yo, Thes, let's hit the lab, make sure the West Coast is clear [Sample] Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind Don't you know all things go in cycles?