People Under The Stairs The Cat Lyrics
The Cat by People Under The Stairs
[Sample]
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
[Verse 1: Thes One]
It's the beat bumping, late night 4 AM
Freeway anthem, full tank of gas
Pass others up, now alone on the road and keep going
It's how I feel on the steel when I start flowing
Verbs not slowing, They showing the P can get better
In fact I ran a beat on track for varsity letter
Earn, burn acetates, cold rocking the shows
Make Latinos slam down the dominoes
Double K'll pose a threat to all you '05 pros
To represent the land west where the sunset grows
(if you go like I go) Then you best to move faster
Cause we been rocking since the days of black scratch masters
Now it's all in different colors, yo that's cool to me
Minority if y'all can still get down with the P
Who didn't make a beat gay for radio play so you could feel it
You in Walmart and see our CD, then you should steal it
You could deal it on the corner with a sack and a brew
(I'm gonna go down) We do the do
Act dumb, drink beers with bums, dig through the crates
Looking for plates and crusty girls with static that jam
Like the rusty semi-automatic weight in your hand
Spread gold 'cross the land like Midas owning a farm
Thes One put the arthritis in your tone-arm when I'm
[Sample]
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
[Double K]
The backseat and I'm wise guy
Trouble we brew up, real slow
The baselines is tough like three flies
It used to be three guys, but now it's only two
Rolling up and down the coast
The funk'll have you comatose
You probably seen us on stage or wilding at a discotec
Up and down, any form of fast we love to catch wreck
And I'ma put that on my drunk driving homie cool Mike
At any time cause my rhyme and wind'll good bind
It's like vodka and Nyquil, a dizzy overkill
The vibe'll put you in shock
Like quick set, we got it lock-d down
US bound like the players in '74
I know you paid at the door but we bout to give you more
Cause we rich in flavor, plus we ya saviors
Of ordinary underground rap music, (Word)
It's time to lose it and your bitty come to kick it with the duo
It ain't Darryl and John but them two brothers that you know
Who stay solid gold, moving ya in the air
Everybody in the house give it up for the strange pair
We from beachy to bike, word you know that's right
Ayo Thes, pack up the records, lock it up for the night
I would say that I'm out, but there's a song after this
So uh, I'll see you later
[Sample]
Dance, brotha
Dance, brotha
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
[Verse 1: Thes One]
It's the beat bumping, late night 4 AM
Freeway anthem, full tank of gas
Pass others up, now alone on the road and keep going
It's how I feel on the steel when I start flowing
Verbs not slowing, They showing the P can get better
In fact I ran a beat on track for varsity letter
Earn, burn acetates, cold rocking the shows
Make Latinos slam down the dominoes
Double K'll pose a threat to all you '05 pros
To represent the land west where the sunset grows
(if you go like I go) Then you best to move faster
Cause we been rocking since the days of black scratch masters
Now it's all in different colors, yo that's cool to me
Minority if y'all can still get down with the P
Who didn't make a beat gay for radio play so you could feel it
You in Walmart and see our CD, then you should steal it
You could deal it on the corner with a sack and a brew
(I'm gonna go down) We do the do
Act dumb, drink beers with bums, dig through the crates
Looking for plates and crusty girls with static that jam
Like the rusty semi-automatic weight in your hand
Spread gold 'cross the land like Midas owning a farm
Thes One put the arthritis in your tone-arm when I'm
[Sample]
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
Just about ready to do that thing
Just about ready to do that thing
And that ain't all
[Double K]
The backseat and I'm wise guy
Trouble we brew up, real slow
The baselines is tough like three flies
It used to be three guys, but now it's only two
Rolling up and down the coast
The funk'll have you comatose
You probably seen us on stage or wilding at a discotec
Up and down, any form of fast we love to catch wreck
And I'ma put that on my drunk driving homie cool Mike
At any time cause my rhyme and wind'll good bind
It's like vodka and Nyquil, a dizzy overkill
The vibe'll put you in shock
Like quick set, we got it lock-d down
US bound like the players in '74
I know you paid at the door but we bout to give you more
Cause we rich in flavor, plus we ya saviors
Of ordinary underground rap music, (Word)
It's time to lose it and your bitty come to kick it with the duo
It ain't Darryl and John but them two brothers that you know
Who stay solid gold, moving ya in the air
Everybody in the house give it up for the strange pair
We from beachy to bike, word you know that's right
Ayo Thes, pack up the records, lock it up for the night
I would say that I'm out, but there's a song after this
So uh, I'll see you later
[Sample]
Dance, brotha
Dance, brotha