Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hang Loose, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song O.S.T., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.06.2003
Record label: Om
Song language: English
Hang Loose |
| I’m a cool Latin lover Libra disco king |
| And the ladies all scream when I’m on the scene |
| I got a gold plated plane to fly around the world |
| Just to pick up the mothers of fine little girls |
| I’m in the house yall |
| And it’s a family affair |
| And you can bring your sister she can clip my hair |
| If she ain’t there well then I’m shit outa luck |
| I’m in the house with Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck |
| You like Re-Run |
| Trying to catch my truck |
| It’s me and Double stay chillin up in the cut |
| We’re like Starchy and Hutch but a little more depth |
| I keep the forty on my right and the women and my left |
| I got a gold plated pit bull made out of ice |
| Yo his bark ain’t loud but he sure ain’t nice |
| And if you ask me twice |
| I’m going to tell you the same |
| It’s rap basketball and Doctor J is the name |
| Cuz I’m bound to go down in the hall of fame |
| And you can see my picture chillin up in the gold frame |
| Type that yall |
| And you just don’t stop |
| And that ya playing Pac-Man and running from the cops |
| It’s like a nice chocolate sundae with a cherry on top |
| I got a leather Cadillac and I love to Hip-Hop |
| Cuz people always saying P ain’t about nothing |
| But that’s for the birds like Thanksgiving stuffing |
| Cuz when I disco |
| I always prove my point |
| Yo I’m out baby brother |
| Pass Double the joint and |
| Hang Loose Yall |
| Hang Loose |
| Hang Loose Yall |
| Hang Loose |
| (Double K) |
| Real fresh, Haha |
| Like a lady that just gave birth |
| Double K is my name and LA is my turf |
| I said we party all night like Kool and The Gang |
| Me and the little brother Thes came to show our fame |
| We break the girls hearts and make the jams start |
| Surprise the sleepyheads like a fresh Pop-Tart |
| We up jump the boogie like Scooby-Doo |
| Smoke a doobie or two |
| And hanging out with the crew |
| I keep the green trees |
| So my car smells fresh |
| Take a bath with diamonds |
| I only bought the best |
| Keep my lady well dressed |
| Never settle for less |
| Like a cold can of Miller straight out the ice chest |
| I don’t wear Calvin Klein |
| I wear Louis Vuitton |
| And that’s word to the mothers and brothers of Islam |
| Party people live long cuz it’s just begun |
| Gathered in the same place just to have some fun |
| We’re the cool party rockers |
| The old folk shocker |
| The whack rhyme stopper |
| Take a piece of something proper |
| I’m out for the cash |
| Here to have a blast |
| Couple of friends and some laughs smoking up my hash |
| Got a smile on my face cuz I own the place |
| I got rhymes from Detroit straight to outaspace |
| Emcee’s shut your trap |
| While I kick the old rap |
| Party down with my friends some skinny some fat |
| But one thing is for sure when we all Hang Loose |
| We tell stories bout our rhymes like a Mother Goose |
| Or Dr. Seuess |
| It’s the rap in the hat |
| So take that party people, take that ha ha ha ha |
| Hang Loose |
| Hang Loose yall |
| Hang Loose |
| Hang Loose Yall |