Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Joyride, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song O.S.T., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.06.2003
Record label: Om
Song language: English
The Joyride |
It’s K One and Double Thes, you’re necks, please protect |
Yeah, to brace a fireplace, it’ll only take a sec |
For the damage to begin, wreaking havoc on eardrums |
We cold-getting dumb, getting you crazy-styled |
Late-night, hyped division, we be moving with precision |
We’re just spots popping off, making some decision |
‘Bout hitting ‘em one at a time with these ill rhymes |
Mind love at the door, free drinks, hitting the floor |
The Zodiac sign time ladies adore, club tour ambassador |
Who giving you more, Double K? |
Double K, the unified bomber, ain’t nobody calmer |
When it comes to beatscaping, I’ll be racing, truncating |
Sucka niggas pay for beats when they claiming that they’re making ‘em |
But we know that they faking ‘em, yo, tell what we making it |
You’re funked up, I throw ‘em in the trunk |
With a pump, chump, drop ‘em after they dump |
And leave ‘em lumped up with my one-man gang |
‘Cause me and Dub’ll bring «pane» like a window |
I’m blowing like a kid on a Nintendo game |
Games, I got dames, but don’t be showing no attention |
Like we getting when we ripping out of sight, fiending description |
You can’t see us, we far out where we residing |
Taking another step, let your style joyride, ho! |
Joyriding, joyriding, joyriding, joyriding, your body |
Woo! |
Oh yeah… haha, yeah, first … ho! |
People Under The Stairs are joyriding the track |
Check it out! |
So watch the P! |
You know who! |
Ha! |
We got… |
Check it out, check it out, check it out… |
Ay-yo, dome my flows, poetry to party prose |
My pa’s blue Mardi Gras tape took talent shows |
Snotty-nosed youth, vocal booth and vermouth with the truth |
O.S.T. |
to push ‘em through the roof |
Yo, we don’t need no water, let the acetate burn |
‘Cause you know the P’s hot, they love it when we drop |
Like Stud McAlison, and we’ll show you the definition |
Of keeping the crowd’s attention, but oh, I forgot to mention |
We’re here with our whole bay tracks and known facts |
Still blowing wax like birthdays, and laid back |
Like the first day of class, and sneaking a hall pass |
When punk crews see me cruise past, they haul ass |
Heater believes at 3 o' clock, leave the bar fully stocked |
We coming in to do it live, calling, enjoying your rock |
Two brothers like no other on the street, taking charge |
On the stage, living large, you niggas know who we are |
We are the P, professional, you know the ticket |
In the states, we’re dope, in Great Britain, we’re (Wicked!) |
On stage, ripping the rage, repping my rhyme page |
People Under the don’t play, Double, what’d you say? |
Yo, I forgot ‘cause of the pot, so excuse me if you must |
Raise the temperature ‘cause we gon' get atcha, soon as the rent is up |
For now, we gonna chill right here where we residing |
Watch your step on the way out, nigga, we joyriding! |
Ho! |
Joyride with this… Joyride… Joyride… Joyride… Joy… Joyride with this… joy… joy, |
joy, joy |
It’s the P, y’all… Ha ha! |
It’s the P, y’all… Big style DJs, yeah, L.A. |
's in the house like that, yeah, L.A.'s in the house like that, yeah, L.A. |
's in the house like that, yeah, L.A.'s in the house like that, a-like that, |
a-like that-da-dat… |
We are the P! |
(Professional…) (Like that!) |
With the U! |
(Unified…) (Oh yeah! C’mon!) |
With the T! |
(Talented…) (Guess what?) |
On the S! |
(Shit that’s…) (Hoo! Oh yeah!) |
We are the P, professional! |
(Rhymes…) |
U, unified! |
(School district!) |
T, talented! |
(hip hop…) |
With the S! |
(And the shit that’s tight, unique) |
(‘Cause we the shit!) |
Ha ha! |
Party! |
Party! |
Party! |
Om Records in the house… |
Hah! |
Om Records is definitely in effect… in 2003, fool! |
People Under the Stairs… The |
freshest thing out there! |
Coming direct, straight to your neighborhood! |
Om Records in effect! |
Suckas! |
Hah! |
What’s up?! |
Let’s get outta here, man… |
Ooh… |