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acid raindrops - people under the stairs lyrics

out on the porch
lets have a mid city fiesta with your west la connections
hop inside the vehicle start crossing intersections
we learning life’s lessons
while we blaze this herbal essence
a man was still a child and i have so many questions
a struggle on my life till we vade the misconceptions
to find a place to live between the negatives and positives
while trying to make money slanging synonyms and h-m-nyms
i went to pops house so i can visit moms and him
cut to the mall got them brand new pair of timberlands
then dipped down a one way trying to skew up double k
and chill with my people on this bright and sunny day
my n-gg- spliff was sippin beck’s i’m slappin hands with guests
ok the shady spot so we can circulate the stress
mary jane invades my brain now i can’t complain
i’m sayin what else is there to do besides relax
let the problems in your mind become ancient artifacts
perhaps these raps can help you alleviate
the things that’s got you trippin you watch me demonstrate
first you ignore the nonsense and clear your conscience
let your pen touch the paper write verbs and consonants
as the words become a sentence you start to feelin different
the stress is out your mind you feel like the weight was lifted
terrific i’m glad we had this time to discuss
i’m outro call me if you want to blaze one up

[chorus]
when the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
mary jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
i let the music take over my soul, body and mind
to kick back relax one time and you goin find
when the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
mary jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
just let the music take over my soul, body and mind
to kick back relax one time and you goin find

i try to keep it stress free take everyday at a time
make sure the families in place and let the music unwind
i got men to take charge like major outlet
ride around the country chillin in my la express
on every street corner
the importance of having fun
if he bottle spill tobacco don’t n-body carry guns
we keep our minds on fun and let the drums do the bangin
on any given day like mr. cooper yo we hangin
under the blue sky the state laced the small
belucchi quarter inched cables with all the sound that we brawl
can’t get enough so brother p-ss another cold one
feel like a dad at a ball game mappin with his son
chuck d yo word up we buggin over time
from the light to the lime original star time
it’s the double criss one

it camel brought the ammo so we can shoot
game like thugs on your sport channel
take off the du-rag replace it with a thinkin cap
if you didn’t know tell the bro he should have known that
we here for one thing and that’s to remain
what’s the name… name… name… n-gg-

yo l.a. hit me one time make it funky
double down on my underground sound i’m feelin lucky
for this jackpot i jacks pot to feelin my crips
we lay back chillin and feelin the music relates
we on the to the two hangin with my crew
bullsh-ttin while we sittin down drinkin our sabu
and to the afternoon turns to the moonlight
funky tracks and nickle sacks freestylin all night
doin it right no one with time music make it better
my crew banging two blocks like shots from my berretta
snub no’s to the hoes who pose i suppose
honey you gotta understand your mans got flows
and i’m leavin you so by the time i get the phoenix
underground ground hits are goin to fiend this musical genius
transglobal by the books
like barnes with n-ble hooks
armed with overlooked talented guests of while bless crooks
who still lose and keep this sh-t alive
something for your truths to sit around and bye bye
for camel double invest to ease stress
we bout to hip hop so have fun and god bless

pop collars to this
wear ice to this
drink crys to this
yo is there somethin we missed
pop collars to this
wear ice to this
drink crys to this
is there somethin we missed?
yeh like my two way
throw boes and do the shoulder shake
we throwin boes up in here
do the shoulder shake
oh sh-t my two way
oops my shoulder shake
i’m throwin bows

one more time
-scratch-
there was music and joy and marijuana
it was flown up fresh morning from the border

- people under the stairs lyrics

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