Down in LA by People Under the Stairs Lyrics

Way down in LA...

Eleven years man
It's Double K and Thes One once again
O-o-o-once again

And we feelin' so cool right now
We could lay back and parlay to the shades
(My, My, My)
We could do it like this yeah

Hit to the paper on that daily grind
Don't trap, I don't snap, but I make my words rhyme
Me and the Thes combined
Like shower caps and slick dos
And car clubs pullin' off the rags to cruise

Up Crenshaw,
No color glamorizin'
Fine chick analyzin' and the homies love ridin'
Only suckers be collidin'
We got mouths to feed
Barbecue at the barbershop
They smokin' big weed
And my man got them DVDs and CDs
Five dollars or eight for two, it's up to you
And everybody celebrating cause the Lakers just won, another reason for them tough guys to put away the gun

We don't stop with the LA fun, we just begun
Rockstars out at night, you can see they all spun
Around midnight things really start to heat up
Cats get belligerent and drunk, get beat up
Roll by LAPD and take them hats off
Just use precaution, yeah them boys be watchin'
So keep flossin' with that peace sign tossin'
Everybody keep it right, I'm off to Crescent Heights like...


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Welcome back to the West Coast
Damn it feels good
Rollin' clean style, limousine
Smilin' through the hood
Like one of those days
You feel you can't go wrong
A cloud in the sky
The DJ playin' the sound, that makes the system
The winds are blowin' offshore
Street skaters kickflippin' in front of the liquor store

[What's up man]

What's up y'all, I came for another case
Hey Double at the barbecue, I hope that I'm not late
Huh, here save a plate, If I missed the brisket
Missed the 1-10 north-south of the visit
If it hits south swell, then I'm out in the cut
The best rapper in your town, five stars on Yelp

You see... it's Thes and Double K, holdin' it down
The rental cars, small-time stars all up in your town
Take key, take weed, take whatever you need
Meet me at the barbecue, up the block at three
You see... we all city, all state, all world

If you get drunk, party with the fine young girls
I'm a better MC, than all your homeboys who rap
Double K hooked up the beat with the hand clap
It's like that y'all and you don't stop

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Yeahhhhh


213 to 310
This is for all the cars clubs and barbecue pits
Hood rats lookin' for that dollar

And the OGs givin game to the youngsters
Keep doin that, we need it, and all the homies, that don't use violence to settle their problems, you know what I'm sayin...

For everybody that likes to have fun, in the sun
Especially with us, the PUT and the S, Double K and Thes stay so fresh

Also wanna give a shout-out to the 626, 909, yeah and even the 714... you know what's im saying... ya'll right down there
Give some love to y'all, you know what I'm sayin'

So uhm, go flip that barbecue over
Light that up, pour yo mama a drink
And just... ride, ride
Just ride
Yeah, just ride
(?) too now, yeah

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