paroles de chanson Time To Rock Our Shit - People Under the Stairs
(Intro)
(Freak
it
now)
Knights
will
come,
be
advised
They′ll
come
for
them
Be
advised
they'll
come
Someone′s
sure
that
they'll
be
here
(Double
K)
Yo
Thes,
what
(what
up?)
Can
you
rock
the
mic?
(Thes
One)
A
ha
ha,
my
mellow
my
man,
it's
like
ridin′
a
bike
Uh,
Double
K
(Double
K)
What′s
Up?
(Thes
One)
Can
you
rock
it?
(Double
K)
Like
ridin'
a
bike,
but
only
with
training
wheels
So
what,
shoot
the
gift
and
let
them
know
the
deal
(Thes
One)
I
shoot
the
gift
like
NRA
members
on
Christmas
Morning
warning
rock
MCs
like
isthmus
like
a
principal
(Hook)
I′m
the
principal,
our
crew's
invincible
Under
The
Stairs
Impairs
auditroy
of
your
whole
municipal
(municipal?)
Code
area,
attack
like
malaria
Concrete
jungle
bundle
of
joy
With
bobby-boys
It′s
scary
to
think
our
tape
destroys
your
crew's
hopes
(what?)
I
can′t
cope
with
that,
say
no
Put
it
on
a
DAT,
Double
K
'Cause
everything
I
say
will
one
day
give
away
Or
another
recovered
in
it's
original
place
Signify
this
straight
caligrified
verse
Petrified
rock,
put
your
goddamn
block
in
a
herse
(Thes
One)
Only
thing
worse,
chaos
bursts
the
eardrums,
the
P
Making
the
beats
and
rhymes
funkally-dunkally
Fat
like
chunky
here,
but
not
out
for
radio
play
Here′s
a
crew
washing
the
wax
my
mind
space
Tight
A,
not
Navy
deals,
no
way
Pets
for
three
sixty
five
days
I
add
a
fourth
′cause
I
leap
year
I
leave
tracks
like
Amtrack
Battles
the
P
and
Superman
After
that
your
crew
will
try
and
forget
like
Izoin(?)
It's
the
Amistad,
man
Beckets(?)
know
it
better
I
rip
it
all
up
like
a
letter
for
the
principal
(Hook)
(Thes
One)
Chaos
bursts...(Double
K
cuts
in)
(Double
K)
(Unintelligible)
my
crew
bad
as
milk
That′s
one,
lace
the
track
Like
a
blunt
with
the
weird
smell
Nigga,
your
stunned
Other
from
the
brothers
with
another
monkey(?)
shit
Put
the
viddy(?)
on
the
stick
and
make
sure
it
don't
skip
Hip-Hoppin
is
rarest,
punk
You
know
you
wanna
admit
it
All
these
crews
runnin
around
with
wack
tracks
They
don′t
get
it,
the
gettin
distressed
(word?)
They
gettin
me
mad
(Thes
One)
So
what
you
sayin,
Double
K?
(Double
K)
Just
put
that
shit
on
my
tab
Don't
feel
like
dealin′
with
it
now
I'll
deal
with
it
later
See,
the
mic's
in
my
possesion
Yo,
so
while
she
did
it
To
the
minmute
Stupid
frontin′
since
we
first
stepped
in
Brought
it
back
a
couple
of
times
Now
you
give
it
a
grin
First
you
tell
your
homey,
"Yeah
man,
that
shit′s
fresh!"
Didn't
know
this
kinda
shit
could
be
lurkin′
the
west
We
puttin'
hair
on
your
chest
We
flow
with
no
hesitation
Late
radio
stations
ain′t
allowed
on
these
premesis
Millions
hearin'
this
Late
at
night
like
domestic
violece
Smackin′
you
the
fuck
up
Until
we
get
some
silence
(word)
Keep
you
like
Judge
Judy
on
the
mic
Puttin'
up
a
fight
Rollin'
hard
′till
the
break
of
daylight
So
next
time
you
corny
niggas
wanna
come
hardcore
Go
listen
to
′Lil
Kim
(word...)
"What's
the
time?
Time
to
rock
our
shit"
(Scratched
until
end
in
various
ways)
1 Intro / 4 Everybody
2 Death of a Salesman
3 Hardcore
4 Wannabes
5 Ten Tough Guys
6 Mid-City Fiesta
7 Slow Bullet
8 San Francisco Knights
9 The Turndown
10 Time To Rock Our Shit
11 The Tamburo 5
12 Los Angeles Daze
13 The Next Step II
14 D.A.R.E.
15 Asshole
16 Play It Again / Outro
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