Roundabouts People Under the Stairs

[Thes One and Double K]
Uh, uh, uh, uh... (Yo, bust it out, man.)
I got my groove back, no Stella Artois
It's the Art of Noise, Goodfellas
Back to the breaks like Bodhi at Bells
People Under the Stairs, hotel to motel
Nonstop lockin' at the Holiday Inn
Sportin' robes in the hallways
We turnin' up always
Let the herb blaze, fly away in a haze
Get lost inside a daze, my mind is a maze
It's not Frankie Beverly Hills
Or Frankie Goes To Hollywood
That O.G., L.A. talk, Chick Hearn on your block
Good to VG-plus to mint, now we gettin' better
Two producers are back, it's Fagen and Becker
The original Upsetter, the Double Scratch Perry
When the two hit the stage, they treat the Kings like Larry
Plenty of air-time on your prime-time station
Interpretation: it still takes a nation
To hold us Back to the Future with the past locked down
Don't look back, the Golden Era's right now
Long as the P Hendrix, the drum machine
Recyclin' the funk, we the original green...
Backs, they come in stacks like flapjacks
Gettin' your day started, my train of thought departed a long time ago
Long rhyme ago, something to keep 'em stoked
You see, I ain't no joke. The P, we ain't no joke
We're like Eric B.'s facial expression, never change
"Forever the P"'s the only way they can explain
The legacy deep underwater, abyss
Smithsonian, homie, it's Mike and Chris
Again, we glide like Schwinns on sunny afternoons
Up, up, like a balloon all the way to the moon
Plant the flag that decrees that the P was here
Yo, Thes, let's hit the lab, make sure the West Coast is clear