People Under The Stairs - Crown Ones lyrics

[Thes One] Dig the underground sound like an approaching earthquake Golden State's plate vibrate eights you chumps shake We rock Crown City; the sound get down with it Swing the scepter's soul the jesters know they bit it I see them smile through argyle and good humor But them ice cream 16 bars are rap tumors But yo yo ? Ruminate cause things are getting great now Hop the lake jump a train just to checkmate How we make a pawn take a long pause and ain't no moving back One square at a time dropping dimes on the white and black And we stay the course on this high horse moving in big "L"s She may have a one track mind but she's selling sea shells Big power like "D" cells we retail the unexpected; a little this, little that Recipe's perfected so if you see the hat then get set, Double-K, rap breathing down your neck [Double K] It's the "P", the funky lone-star strangers Go for your buds; we in the house, there's danger Tell the DJ to screw it, slow your body on down Party on to the last word I mention the tension All hip-hop, in back is the ba**, droppin' Under the street light coppin' The funk now tell me what's up We on the mixtape, and do it for a fixed rate Getting straight to it, no foreplay, just floor-play So take your shoes off and thank your new boss, the workout gym The brother ain't slim, but I'm the thin line between funking and fronting Come to your jam, eat the chips, grab the mic Double splitting and rip. (heh heh, yeah, right) "There ain't no half-stepping," that's what I told Big Daddy Kane And I'll bet you somewhere, it's still stuck in his brain You can't forget it, it's a given, and we're taking it back Like Pack Jam, you'll be like, "That jam was pumping." Old ladies be like, "That boy's soul hold's something." Latin brothers say, "Oído le, and let the jam play." It's a down one, so when you see me walk up And crown one, you can crown one (you can crown one) [Refrain] You can't take the crown. Maybe from someone else, but not me. (x2) [Thes One] Can't mess with these heavyweights, twisted for the track and late Youth Explosion back cover made the funk levitate You were posing like, "It's cool." Dude, we went and rocked your school Master tools like Mr. K le catery the parlez-vous Money making microphone, Maaco paints the Plymouth Catch a vibe like Earl Scheib spray them till we finish it Body shop and body rock and block party characters Those seeming scared of the "P" are non-perilous Cause he's the terrible terrorist tearing through your cannabis And Thes old man handled those grandstanding Los Angeles Producers. They're superconductors with bumper crops Grow them like I5 high-fives, brothers call them "? props." Talk a lot but check to this like RCA puppies We rock it for you ghetto fresh, we rock it for you yuppies You talk a lot but check to this like RCA puppies… (we rock it) That's right, dog (huh, check it out) [Double K] It's the return of the one nation under a groover. (mm hmm) The young girl soother The baby bad ?. (alright) I'm down with the maneuver, do it right to left The hero in stereo, some call me Imperial The baller without a 64 Impala I can take the picture on a dollar, flip it, turn it make it holler back Young and microphone thugging, come off that rap You're a BG tripping, and we them OGs bugging Loving every minute of it, wouldn't put nothing above it Put them folks upstairs so they can feel the ba** boom Give the ladies waist room, wind up your boom-boom Brought the funk out the tomb for the "Resurrection." Thes One and Double K of the 808 section We arrange and conduct, you get the finished product Jumping off the shelves, be the jam of the year The "People Under the", stand clear it's a world premiere (Uh!) [Refrain] You can't take the crown. Maybe from someone else, but not me. (x4)