Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crown Ones, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song Stepfather, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.03.2011
Record label: Piecelock 70
Song language: English
Crown Ones |
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 |
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 bass, 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) |
You can’t take the crown. |
Maybe from someone else, but not me. |
(x2) |
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) |
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 bass 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!) |
You can’t take the crown. |
Maybe from someone else, but not me. |
(x4) |