Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song People Riddum, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song Fun DMC, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Record label: Piecelock 70
Song language: English
People Riddum |
We living out lord, where living as real |
We roll with the flow so easily |
And on and on, the rhythm of the love of my people |
Yagga yagga ya' |
You know we’re flying high, laying low, moving fast or dancing slow |
On and on, we’re living for the love of our people |
Yagga yagga yay |
From the blood soaked streets of Kingston |
And to the shores of Ocho Rios |
We close to the rhythm of the people |
We come and take a load off |
A’yo, it’s hot right here |
Baby, take your coat off |
Umbrella’s in the drinks |
From the west coast breeze |
Long shorts, white t’s |
Let the water hit your knees |
Aroma of the trees get you high |
And peace to everybody gettin' by |
Because it ain’t easy man |
It might look glamorous |
To push and shove here |
In the city of Los Angeles |
I’ll tell you how to handle it |
Just let the sound waves |
Wash away the stress and pain |
You know there’s plenty to gain |
Like watching the kids grow |
Pass it on down the line |
Wisdom I got from ol' timers |
I throw it in a rhyme scheme |
It seems the days to come |
It’s just another dream |
And me and Portugal |
We represent the same team |
We got love for my people, rhythm of life for my people |
Love for my people, rhythm of life |
Love for my people, rhythm of life for my people |
Love for my people, rhythm of life |
It’s midnight on a perfect beach |
The sounds of the city are just beyond reach |
And every now and then |
I can feel a slight breeze |
Yet it’s louder than the crickets |
In the mangrove trees |
It’s the sense of life |
Like sand in your toes |
Night-time in the moonlight |
High tide never rose |
So the footprints from today never wash away |
Like childhood memories in santa monica bay |
L.A where the sand crabs fight for sand castles |
Then a wave comes along |
And destroys with no hassle |
So little civility for so much futility |
And so few exploit their natural ability |
Well, I’mma paddle out ' |
Cause it’s not my scene |
And if you listen close |
Then you know what I mean |
I wanna watch the sun set |
Watch my son grow |
And see a couple songs played on the stereo |
It’s like |