Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flex Off, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song Stepfather, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.03.2011
Record label: Piecelock 70
Song language: English
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 |