Lyrics Flex Off - People Under The Stairs

Flex Off

We ride the rhythm, the fresh is what we give 'em
And Thes deliver the funk, to pump in the trunk
Down the highway known for doin' things my way
We jump on stage for the jump off and leave with a high pay
We’ll take some money orders just for greenbacks
For mean raps
And Lord Finesse said it was off the meatrack
So heed that
Word to the brother, the vanglorious one
Notorious for hittin' the shorties and making 'em come
Up out that purse
I spit a hot verse and make 'em pay for it
The brother with the sly voice, no way you can ignore it
I should have been a pimp
Cuz I keep the people tapping feet on the concrete
I get the loot and hit the swap meet
And buy a brand new LA hat to go with that there
The fat Fred Astaire case rocker the weed clocker
So next time you see somebody pumpin' it up
Tell em all about the P and how we summons the funk
Because…
The only thing I know I truly own is my time
So I’ma make the most of it and travel with this rhyme
The Earth is getting smaller it’s all a matter of shine
From the solar to lunar radio tuners lock lines to the block broadcast across
the Pacific
Skip a rock, leavin' audio waves to ripple
style is simple mainly rip a couple of clubs
Then me and Double Pump droppin' rhymes rippin the dubs
The Crockett and Tubs, doin' their thing jump on the plane
Promoters proud, sobbing like the end of Purple Rain
Train civic-minded Frank Lloyd Wright
Rhyme designed to let your
Bright mind protect the life line of predecessors
We the west coast professors study lessons of the yesteryear
Couldn’t drop the baton with technical and ear
It’s on like a pot of green sleeves
People here still shining like we hanging off the chain
Like a chandelier
We watching the sound and breaking it down
I said the people of the P when we come to their town
We gettin' live just to survive
Not letting it be know.
The facts will be shown
This music is so grown man
We the baddest six-figure endeavor
Since Tougher than Leather
Since the guy made 'em clap to this
Now I’ma pass to Chris and let him rap to this
I let the man rap to this
There was a black man, a brown man, and some hip-hop fans
The hip-hop fans knew they were dope
It took the black man and brown man three years to lace the sound
But the fans, now they never lost their hope
Now when this dude drummin' stepfather with the illest tune
Comin to illest summoning the realest rhythm and the rhyme
To feel that time is, just chill
With the P flexin still and blow your mind
Oh well excuse me, we came to funk you
Welcome to station W.E.F.U.N.K
We funk, and we pump, as you already know
We came to steal the show
Good grief, thief, yeah
Hey, well lookit here
We a slave to the rhythm right
Pickin' cotton out of pill bottles
Hey Thes One, I think they hear that funk
Make 'em stop their foot
Now we hear everybody jammin' and its cool
We don’t like it
And we give you this to stomp your foot
Go ahead stomp your foot, can you hear it?
Sounds like a heartbeat
Yeah, sounds real good, don’t waver y’all
W.E.F.U.N.K., we funk