Ste. for Reefer People Under the Stairs

[Double K:]
Yo, live from the West Coast of cornrows and locstas
Live from the bus stop, smell the weed aromas
The Double and Thes, so fresh, we right back
In the lab, in the street, make the cyph...

[Double K:] Ay-yo, man, fuck all that smooth shit! Mothafuckas know who we are, man. Let's get into some of this rough b-boy shit right here, man. Turn that beat up! [echoes]

[Thes One:] ...-thletics, head rush, bussin' Jerome Bettis
You rappers dressed up babies, you belong with Anne Geddes in a sunflower
My gunpowder is sun-powered to run cowards right out the saloon
And soon shower with them Acid Raindrops, man, you know the P, we do it
It's Happy Hour at the bar and drinkin' like a Druid
Cause I came here with stupid and we came to get stupid
Double, grabbed a dumb record out the crate and straight looped it
Same as it ever was, like the Talking Heads
Been rockin' hip-hop shows since the crowd had all dreads
But now we Walking Dead, talkin' 'bout "get the lead out!"
Man, who gives a damn what I said? Let me hear you shout
Man, y'all rappers ain't gettin' paid, least not enough to sell out
The duo hit the stage, and the front row yell out:
("DOUBLE KAAAAYY!") Hmmmm... that's who I came with
The People Under The Stairs still bringin' that real shit
Man, y'all rappers ain't gettin' paid, least not enough to sell out
The duo hit the stage, and the front row yell out:
("DOUBLE KAAAAYY!") That's who I came with
The People Under The Stairs still bringin' that real shit, man, y'all...