corrija a letra Letra Yield por People Under the Stairs

Retornar

Letra

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Two, Three, Break (Sample)
(Yo) we back, and it don’t
And we back, and yeah yeah
And we back, it don’t
It don’t, yeah yeah, it don’t, ya never
It don’t stop, to the one
And it don’t quit, two
And ya can’t, yeah it’s the P
Back, what
Check it, and ya don’t, ya don’t

Yo, up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane
Herb in a b-boy suit goin’ insane
And then you're up the payback who’s known to go way back
In every single session, time’s up, what y’all guessin’
The unaccounted-for duo bringin’ down ya charts and billboard
That process- boy ya got me real bored, and I’ma ignore
Settle the score silently, provoke my thoughts violently
Knock you out ya Wallabees
Follow me you’ll find out quick, what makes a brother nature rise
Why I spit so sick (That’s ‘cause he spits so sick: Thes One)
Pa** them cough drops, vocal chords gettin’ kinda sore
From yellin’ and mic checkin’, bellin’ and mic wreckin’
Shout “Bravo!” pump up your fist and stir it up
Hit the person on your left, tell the selectah turn it up
I’m burnin’ up with soul, and on this game I got it fole
Watch your fall like governments, I’m takin’ over and you lovin’ it
I’m touchin’ it n***a, layin’ hands on the sinner
Run up in your little lab push you back to a beginner
And hip-hoppin’ for everybody get your hands up
Until I say so, me and my posse on the hunt for them pesos
And euros, “give me a pound, thank you man”
And I’ma breaker one nine and a half with rhymes in the bag
Bubbles and champagne, holdin’ a news conference
(y’know I’m real fly) about my funky rap campaign
And y’all can’t hang, so give me the rope
‘Cause the pileum on top is for the city ya dope
And ya don’t stop
The East Coast y’all (Double K)
(ya don’t stop)
The Dirty South y’all (Double K)
(ya don’t stop)
The Midwest y’all (Double K)
(ya don’t stop)
And to the UK y’all (Double K)
Ya don’t, ya don’t, ya-ya don’t, ya-ya-ya-ya don’t (scratches)
Two, Three, Break (Sample)

All y’all weird dudes take heed
Double K and Thes One’ll bless one for the seeds
While y’all mouse trap and get caught up for the cheese
Cool cats droppin’ sh*t on the litter
Legacies diggin’ deep these days, try they best to survive
Livin’ life side to side of the rap 9 to 5
Got a 401k for my MPC
Tre-K (k), rock the cut, (Two Three, Break [Sample]) then gets paid
Say the People made a name for themselves, long time ago
Rock the sh*t, then show time one rhyme ago
This rhyme I’d like to say I’m kinda p*ssed
Rippin’ your want list, erasin’ your zip disc
See I’d rather risk catchin’ a fist than holdin’ my tongue
Boycott the album ‘cause the P don’t run
Rock bubblegum, right trackin’ on the one
Let the engine run, pack up the show, follow the sun
The two man band on two lane roads
Ain’t done playin’ shows, just still chillin’ and layin’ low
Comin’ outta Norway like a dormant volcano
With the hot sh*t, so save your pop sh*t for the label yo
So all you hip hop dudes get set, goin’ back to the streets
Unplug your internet, let’s shut it down
Start a revolution in your town, it’s goin’ down
The P is comin’ back to your town
Ya don’t stop (Sample)
The West Coast y’all
(Ya don’t stop) [scratched]
And to the East Coast y’all
(Ya don’t stop) [scratched]
And to the Dirty South y’all
(Ya-ya don’t stop) [scratched]
And in the Midwest y’all
(Ya don’t stop) [scratched]
And to the UK
(Ya don’t stop) [scratched]
And in the Motherland (y’all)
(Ya don’t stop) [scratched]
And back to the West Coast y’all
(Ya don’t stop) [scratched]
The West Coast y’all
(Ya don’t stop) [scratched]
And to the East Coast y’all
(Ya don’t stop) [scratched]
And to the Dirty South
(Ya-ya don’t-don’t stop) [scratched]
And up to the Midwest y’all
(Ya da-don’t stop) [scratched]
And over in the UK y’all
(Ya da-don’t stop) [scratched]
One time for the P
Ya don’t quit (stop, stop)
One time sucka MC’s (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two, Three, Break (Sample)
Stop (scratched x7)

vídeo de música

Seu nome será publicado. Deixe os campos em branco para permanecer anônimo.