The Love People Under the Stairs
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[Double K] (Uh.)
We goin' against dudes, flowin' against dudes
Turnt up in the lounge, hangin' out real rude and
These girls, they look like food
This beat got me inside another mood and
I'm the illest MC that you ever heard
A thousand grams inside a dope bird
Fly as a wannabe, microphone master
Y'all take pills while the funk get me faster
Ghetto blaster, loud for the heaven and
Love gettin' onstage pointin' and tellin' it
But I gotta get off, hit the J and cough
Pass to a stranger, I'm a danger
Nigga, ya Kramer, show me the love
Pouring above in the back of the club
I saw my homie, said "What up, Cuz?"
He through the peace sign and said "What up, Dub?"
Shot for the team, liquidation, become a patient
Wrath of the Math in the back of the class
While my teacher ask, "Where your ghetto pass?"
In my back pocket, you wanna see me rocket? I'mma blast off
Straight to the black hole, Big Bang Theory
Shots to everyone, Thes hear me
Gimme a cigarette, Denis Leary
[Sung sample] Love's... too high, too high, yeah (x4)
[Spoken sample] Love. (scratched and repeated)
We goin' against dudes, flowin' against dudes
Turnt up in the lounge, hangin' out real rude and
These girls, they look like food
This beat got me inside another mood and
I'm the illest MC that you ever heard
A thousand grams inside a dope bird
Fly as a wannabe, microphone master
Y'all take pills while the funk get me faster
Ghetto blaster, loud for the heaven and
Love gettin' onstage pointin' and tellin' it
But I gotta get off, hit the J and cough
Pass to a stranger, I'm a danger
Nigga, ya Kramer, show me the love
Pouring above in the back of the club
I saw my homie, said "What up, Cuz?"
He through the peace sign and said "What up, Dub?"
Shot for the team, liquidation, become a patient
Wrath of the Math in the back of the class
While my teacher ask, "Where your ghetto pass?"
In my back pocket, you wanna see me rocket? I'mma blast off
Straight to the black hole, Big Bang Theory
Shots to everyone, Thes hear me
Gimme a cigarette, Denis Leary
[Sung sample] Love's... too high, too high, yeah (x4)
[Spoken sample] Love. (scratched and repeated)
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