People Under The Stairs - Step In lyrics

[Double K] I be the first ripper with the gift of the gab Getting 'em mad when they see me coming, it's like, "Uh oh We running!" My presence is in the past tense of your mind Can't forget it, but better get with it for the slipping We whipping, I'm sitting 'em down in alphabetical order Your rhyme's worth a penny, man, somebody said it was a quarter I knew it was chump change, some change their attitude I change my altitude, high, in the afternoon Everyday of the weekend, I'm a warrior seeking A fresh drum loop and guitars to get me tweaking Like a speed freak, doing it knee-deep So round and round, from town to town, we go to the next show Telephone holder to reach out and touch this Electrifying, hair-raising enough to get 'em pissed I ain't a rapper, I'm a groover, whack-party remover Yeah, we used to sing "Hoover!", now we known to school A fishy MC I got my MD, for the moment I'm done, learn it on your own, son Experience is a teacher, black guys are preachers I be the illest rhyme reader, kick drum beater, the pretty women greeter Non funk-faker, sushi bar hater, b**h user, drug abuser Like I said before, I'm all about the dollar, making 'nuff sense So to the change we go, and to the change we go, and to the... You know who we are, yeah, you know who we be Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the street You see us in the record store, buying it up Sly told you to try, but you ain't trying enough! [Thes One] Ai-yo, seguimos con la onda nueva la bomb betamax p el he p (PLAP?) porque Piraten los CD's so accion on the phone like they home: I gotta go, stepfather yelling up the staircase like "GO!" Turn down your stereo and Mario Brothers Beat lovers uncover the funk like "Ta-da!" Who check a jawbone and dirt comb like archeologists So follow this artistry, curriculum for colleges I ought to be the audible, switching to offense, bu*ton-loop I go deep, guaranteed openness You catch a pa** like Al Bundy, rocking at Polk Touchdown turn to smoke when rocking for kinfolk It's too hard, feel my propane like Hank Hill We're too raw, take the beef straight to the grill Like don't phase, like bomb blaze and brown beer Pack up your keyboard, we don't play that sh** 'round here I'm Thes One, producing MC, one of the best He's Double K on the cut, we the P.U.T.S So here it is, word to Biz Mark and Jazz Jeff, they said "Don't stop" I "California Roll" through the crosswalk It's too def, my rhymes toss signs and g**n Set up shop like Freeway Rick and lane change in L.A... Ay-yo, you know who we are, yeah, you know who we be Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the street You see us in the record store, buying it up It's like I told you to try, but you ain't trying enough! [Samples] We've got it all together Coming on strong Lay it on me That really sounds good Satisfaction guaranteed Dyn-o-mite!