People Under the Stairs Follow

Double K:

I live a analogue lifestyle, sometimes it's wild,
I wake up to see the sun then hear my thoughts start to pile up,
Man it's rough bein a young cool man, don't wanna hear nobody tryin to tell me what they thinkin and,
Fakin and shammin, thinkin that they're jammin they're not
It's a hot day, so I proceed to go my way,
Out of contact, turn up the beats and start to zone out,
The phone's ringing (bling bling) I knock the phone out,
I'm 'bout to bone out, I need a little izm for my Friday,
I hit my nigga up told em I'm on my way,
But before I got where I was goin pages started flowin,
This freak from around the way, the bitch was mindblowin,
But no time for her I'm on some cool-out shit,
Cop my bag, get to pass it back and watch the loops flip,
I'm in the middle of a head nod when all of us sudden,
The power went off soon as I hit the kick button,
Now, Double K ain't afraid a no ghost, and I know I ain't trippin off this Bombay smoke,
I'm bout to post to keep blowin till my mind is shut, but yo,
(that was real weed right there)

Thes One:
It's been one of those weeks stressin frequently,
Scroungin up money paying rent and DWP,
My girl mood-swinging, actin funny, didn't test her,
Left for the studio but broke a compressor,
Rocked a show on Tuesday, promotor didn't pay
He said ya'll never work again in this here city of L.A.
So the middle finger I flipped and then my jeans ripped,
I ordered jumbo jack but they gave me fish and chips,
That was last night, and now I'm like ready to drink,
Forget the dirty laundry and the dishes in the sink,
Cause the party life is like nothin else,
and if you got a lotta problems put your shit on the shelf and let your self go,
(I felt no)
Worries as I slid out south to Crescent Heights, where the Double stay hid out,
And I arrived,
Walkin, jive talkin, slappin em five, it's time for the party live

What up Double,
Yeah that's a dope beat man,
I heard there was a spot poppin off down the street,
We could crash and smash a free Long I iced tea,
Heard the bartender he's a fan of the P

Double K:
Haa, sounds like a mother my brother,
Let me get my smash jeans, make sure my t-shirt's clean,
We can ride up the block, top choice with big hats,
Steady sippin hearin mumblin man what's that

Thes One:
I think I'll hit a little somethin, just to wet my whistle,
Don't touch the silver bullet, I'm drinkin the Miller missle,
And I reminisce a little bout the days of old,
When I used to drink it all down, or so I'm told,
But whatever, I start the car, raise the brake lever, never swerve,
Pull up to the club, we hit the curb