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jappy jap - people under the stairs lyrics

[intro: double k]

let’s h-t ’em with it
about to get boots iller on these dudes
sugar ray, and i mean leonard
check it out… yo

[hook: double k]
(a brother who’s known for his rap)
yeah, double k, ya know
(a brother who’s known for his rap)
who’s that?
thes one
that’s my man thes one
(a brother who’s known for his rap)
yup. they call me double k, ya-yo
(a brother who’s known for his rap)
aha! my man j-ppy j-p

[verse 1: double k]
now if you see me in a lab coat, don’t think i’m just chillin’
i’m rubbin’ my palms together, got plans on takin’ the villain
like my n-gg- ren, and if it ain’t rough it ain’t me
and if that beat ain’t knocking you over then you know it ain’t the p
guaranteed to be in stock like these bustas getting blocked
that’s n-gg-s we getting mopped from these floors that we rock
they missing hip hop, you see hip hop missing me with that bull
i got pulled quick, come loaded with the full clip
blast up your party like a shoot em up flick
busting through the swingin’ doors with aggression galore
you learnt your lesson before, i hope they keep you on tour
take your money followed by a pimp slap! that ain’t rap
more like a ribbing, man, it’s only given that i hit men
all in they emotion glands, i claim band and those n-gg-s know it
they sure ain’t coming round, acting fly
drinking forties, always telling lies in they rhymes
i think they’re trying too much
i keep ’em crying too much
the double keep ’em in a clutch, and with self i stay in touch
but here’s a letter for the weak who speak trash when they talk
take a walk before you end up on stage in chalk, cus i’m

[hook]
(a brother who’s known for his rap)
yeah, the most supreme, the double k
(a brother who’s known for his rap)
and who’s who?
thes one, drinking beer, having fun in the back
(a brother who’s known for his rap)
j-ppy j-p
the self contained double k, and who?
(a brother who’s known for his rap)
j-ppy j-p
(aw, yeah)

[verse 2: thes one]
it’s my job, i twist kn-bs and make the odds seem to operate chemical
lyrically polemical, touch you like a tide pool tentacle
identical to unendable, unbendable metal
you claim ghetto fame, that same game, another buster
crashing through your tracks, i’m the wax claim adjuster
kick, kick, snare, high-hat, vinyl cognac
shining like a sly stone belt on felt slip mats
you kit-kat, breaking with the new data zip dat
hate to megabyte, my hip style like a reptile
i’m crock hunter, dumb done, we’re block blunters
bleeding beedi burners to portugals and turners
who freakin’ what we speakin’ like a deacon who’s tweakin’
or a heat-seekin’ missile
(and all you hearin’ is the whistle)
and jump out your fubu while we thizzle you
fizzle is a locate set to take down, translate sound
tape-deck bound, non-stop to tour jet
gonna touch your town, if we haven’t already yet (uh huh)
i met a lot of people (uh huh)
they’re waiting for the sequel (uh huh)
well here it is, o-s-teach kids about the people

[outro: double k]
(aw yeah)
yo, and that’s how we bringing it like that
never came square, never thought about coming square
it’s the mother with the p, it’s me
and my man thes one, and he rock like that
they call me the double k, and yo, i rock like that
brothers known for the rap, we keep it like that
it’s the p brother who gets weak like that
(a brother known for his rap)
yo, for his rap, you know were we at
l.a. los angeles
straight up
it’s a sunny sky… and everthing’s looking good
hey thes one, how we feel?
you know
peace!

- people under the stairs lyrics

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