Lyrics Give Love A Chance - People Under The Stairs

Give Love A Chance

Why don’t we give love a chance?
Why don’t we give love a chance?
Yo let the brotha rap for a minute
(All right) Let me get in it
Got some things I want to speak about
The topics gonna creep about
Hey P, a young man around 20
Really he ain’t ballin', basically ain’t got no money
There’s nobody on his side cause his love is the 1's and 2's
Back and forth all night, makin' it right
Now everybody in his cypher got something to say
Ayo you need to quit scratching man that shit won’t pay
And Pops kicked him out, put his tables on the street
Just cause he wasn’t down with the ITT
But he knew they’d catch the vapors, one day or another
So he dropped his boy a breeze to take it down to his brother
Now he coolin' with his brother but he buggin' 'bout the papes
Ain’t trynna hit the little club on Wednesdays, and mixtapes
That junk ain’t payin' no bills, who you tryin' to fool?
So once again his jockey Joe Blow is on the move
And now he’s house to house, sleeping on the floor
With his jacket as a blanket, said he thinking bout before
All he needed was his peeps to sit and watch him succeed
Nobody blows up overnight, and every one of us need
Some kind of push of support, without that, he sorta slipped
Get to drinkin' and flippin', not thinkin' and always wishin'
Yo I got a solution, it’s called Show me some love
We all guilty of not doin' it, you can hear it above
We should take the time
Just sit back, rewind, unbind your mind from the grind
Why don’t we give love a chance
See what the world needs now is love, hope and support
Greed gottem bleedin', teacher making money for sport
And cash role models fall by little kids that love them swizz beats
Shit, when I was young I watched Sesame Street
To all you young B-boys keep doing your thing
Don’t let them tell you otherwise cause you ain’t makin' no green
'merican cash machine keeps rollin' with or without
We got a subculture to save, and I’ll be damned if I shout
Some shit over tracks that’s wack to make a fat stack of cheese
Hip hop is my art, only myself I can please
It doesn’t matter what you wanna be, focus and move ahead
Make sure you do it for yourself and not off what some other said
Cause when you go that way, it ain’t from the heart
What we do is what we been doing from the start
Ain’t makin' music for executives sitting behind the desk
I tell them fools to eat a dick and bring it live to they chest
Cause this is art that you created, you get paid with respect
A little patience and pride, and with that you pose a threat
Take a heed, young brotha, to the words I speak
Unless you wanna see your promos lying there in the street
Cause money is man-made and any time it can be gone
Just kick back, spark one up and peek the words to this song
When push comes to shove I rise above, sort of
Keep my eyes, mind focused on the goal that is love
So when fans give it I rip it, return it, earn respect
See I’m in it for that, and not a fat paycheck
On that, Cino you can quote Thes, cause I said it’s true
Money doesn’t equal happiness, no matter who smiles and piles checks
While I’m on the steps drinking Beck’s with my friends
Piece and our forties cause we don’t got ends
Memories like that to me are Los Angeles palm trees
Life landmarks telling me the CD’s at ease
Friends are worth Gs, enemies can sit in pawn shops
I’mma worry about the riff and when the sunset stops
Listen the simple pleasures and measures are always greater (what)
Double K rippin' fat back apart our crossfaders
Little girls laughin' and waitin' for ice cream trucks
These images I wouldn’t trade for a million bucks
So when chasin' the gold gets rough and says life sucks
Remember the lining’s silver and that’s always good enough
So when chasin' your gold gets rough and you lose steam
Count your blessings my peoples, don’t be so mean