Track 1 Intro.
Track 2 “Step In”
Double K: I be the pert ripper with the gift of the gab/getting ‘em mad when they see me coming
It’s like “uh oh, we runnin’”/ my presense is in the past tense of your mind/can’t forget it but
better get with it/for the slippin’/we whippin’/I’m sitting ‘em down in alphabetical order/ your
rhymes worth a penny man, somebody said it was a quarter/I knew it was chump change/some
change their attitude/ I change my altitude, high in the afternoon/Everyday of the weekend /I’m a
warrior seekin’/A fresh drum loop and guitars to get me tweakin’/like a speed freak doin’ it knee
deep/So round and round to town to town we go to the next show/Telephone holder to reach out
and touch this/Electrifying, hair-raisin’ enough to get ‘em pissed/I ain’t a rapper, I’m a
groover/wack party remover/ yeah we used to sing Hoova’/Now we known to school a fishy
MC/ I got my MD for the moment I’m done, learn it on your own son/ Experience is a
teacher/black guys are preachers/I be the illest rhyme reader, kick drum beater/the pretty women
greeter/non funk-faker sushi bar hater/bitch user drug abuser like I said before/I’m all about the
dollar makin’ nuff sense/ so to the change we go, so to the change we go ahuh huh/
You know who we are
Yeah you know who we be
Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the streets
You see us in the record store buyin’ it up
Sly told you to try
But you ain’t tryin enough!
Thes One: Ay yo (Spanish->)Seguimos con la onda nueva la bombetamax/P LP porque piraten
los CD’s so accion(end Spanish) on the phone like they’re home, I gotta go!/Stepfather yellin’ up
the
Staircase like “YO!”/ turn down your stereo and Mario Brothers/beat lovers uncover the funk
like Tadaa!/who check a jawbone and dirt comb like archeologists so follow this artistry/
curriculum for colleges/I aught to be the audible switchin’ the offense/buttonloop I’ll go
deep/guaranteed openness/ You catch a pass like Al Bundy rockin’ at Polk/touchdown turn to
smoke when rockin’ for kinfolk it’s to hard/feel my pro pain like Hank Hill/we too raw, take the
beef straight to the grill/I don’t phase like bomb blaze and brown beer/ pack up your keyboard
we don’t play that shit ‘round here/I’m Thes One, producin’ mc/one of the best/he’s Double K
on the cut/we the p-u-t-s/So here it is word to Biz Mark and Jazz Jeff/they said don’t stop/I
California roll through the crosswalk/ It’s too def my rhymes toss signs and gangbang/set up
shop like Freeway Rick and lanechange/ in LA.
You know who we are
Yeah you know who we be
Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the streets
You see us in the record store buyin’ it up
Sly told you to try
But you ain’t tryin enough!
We got it all together
Coming on strong
Lay It on me
That really sounds good
Satisfaction garaunteed
Dyn-o-mite!
Track 3 “Pass The 40”
Double K: I used to sell mix tapes/now people put me on it/I’m rollin’ to the rhythm some people
they fall off it/I be rockin/people clockin’/the ladies they say I’m shockin’/ Bartender let me cut,
man I’m doin’ too much./ Kickin’ the stimulator good time type of a rhyme/Refrigerator Perry
cool style/I’m on the line/Never sweatin’, Mic checkin’ till my voice is clear/ So all you party
people hear me yall/loud and clear/
Thes One: Yeah you could get with Chris/or you could get with Mike/either way the P display
Frito-Lay/stay chip makin’/Traffic heat, watch my weight like skip bacon/grown man sport not
made for Clay Aiken/Showrock shakin’ the club for grown taste like Miso/your whole guestbook
on Myspace like “he so fresh, we protest the dopest/they surpass the rap, lambast the
hopeless”/the underground stuck in 93’s not fresh./backpack and rhyme book’s not a good
look/just leave it to the pros twinkle-toes/ or catch holes in a sheet like a ghost/writing all over
my beat/
Pass the 40
Pass the 40 cause my mama not lookin’
Double K: Never Crip walkin’ just spittin the hip talk and I be/flippin’ so much they be callin’
me Tony Hawk and like an ollie-fishtale/wheel-jump grab/ The college rude filla with dopeness,
man who wrote this?/quote this in your Essay turn it in and begin/to get the props from all the
honeys, your professors and friends/ People Under the stairwell/you know that we rock well/the
sheriff in your city want to throw us in jail/ so I’m turnin’ on my twin reverb delay mic/kick a
rhyme right on time that is dyn-o-mite/’bout to blow up/so throw your favorite sign and just
chill/the P, not your average, man we all the way ill.
Thes One: Yup and also like a ghost we stay fly and still here/haunting melodies/Cruz like
penelopes better be ready artillery better be heavily/loaded, locked, strapped up on the block/I’m
just saying these dudes busy playin’ with Hip-hop/ sure we make jokes, fundamentally respect
this/I only expect some of you to even get this/ if you don’t go and check yourself like a coat/
Rewind, study two times on the quote like an LSAT or MCAT/educated rap, dope, studying it
way back/ Farmers Blvd./ It’s on now only got to keep the pot cookin’/ so pass the 40 cause ya
mama ain’t lookin.
Pass the 40
Pass the 40 cause my mama’s not lookin’
Track 4 “Pumpin”
After Pump intro,
Thes One: And keep it pumpin’ like Chevron/pumpin’ like a keg, house party on the back
lawn/New shit! People under the (HUH?!)/ back on like wax on your wack song we buff./(why?)
because we keep pumpin’ this stuff like oil/ pure black gold out the soil/ lump sum royalties
pump accounts/ pumpernickel, pump her dollar/pump her body and bounce/ P-U-T-S pumpin’
shit up in massive amounts/Like Donald Pump, Pump Plaza shit renounce the non-pumpin’
apprentice/ Yes I meant this sentence/the dentist stoppin’ relentless biting/ Hey yall should start
pumpin’ stop fighting/Like Mike and me and make history through Mic tyranny/ pumpin’ up the
story to your grandkids/like Pumpy Longstockin’long rockin’ on the rap tip/ Pump from here to
London where they dance and get loose/ even in France they get Le Pumplmousse/ California
governors show ‘em whats up. (clap) We came hear to pump you up/ so let’s go…
Double K: It’s show time/the stage is ready lights are shining/the hour of the pump, don’t you
like the way we thump/pump it up like D. Barnes, pumpin’ on the weed farm/microphone’s hot
and ready to drop, you ready to cop/the new P pumpin’ in your city’s hype venue/we don’t stop
until we get up in you, lookin’ around/pumpin’ around, pumpin’ the soundtrack up in the booth
delivering the sound that found that man/pumpin in the cornerstore, they wanna order more/get a
40 of the pump juice, make em jump and get loose/ the pump plaza rocka make Donald Duck
from the pump gun get it in a lump sum/they say money’s pumpin’ it up, he’s pumpin’ it
down/put your hands up man and wave ‘em all around/ it’s the last pump attendant with the last
pump in it/I’m a pumpadelic even out-pumping the rest/out pumpin’ in the west where we pump
it the best/we be pumpin’ in the park, also pumpin’ in the dark/never pumpin’ on a Reebok tip,
we be pumpin’ so hard make your turntable skip/now pump it up
Pump at the party
Pump at the party from 9 to 5
Pump it on yo’ block
Gets to pumpin’
Then I pumped it up
Track 5 “Flex Off”
Double K: We ride the rhythm, the fresh is what we give ‘em/and Thes deliver the funk to pump
in your trunk/ down the highway, known for doing it my way/we jump on stage for the jump off
and leave with the high pay/no checks or money orders, just the greenbacks for mean raps and
Lord Finesse said it was off the meat rack so heed that/word to the brotha, the vanglorious
one/known for hittin’ shorties and makin’ ‘em come up out the purse/I spit a hot verse and make
‘em pay for it/the brotha with the sly voice, no way you can ignore it/I shoulda been a pimp cuz I
keep the people tapping their feet on the concrete/I get the loot and hit the swap meet and buy a
brand new L.A. hat to go with that there/the fat Fred Astaire-case walker/the weed clocker/so
next time you see somebody pumpin’ it up/tell them all about the “P” and how we summons the
funk/because
Flex off the sounds that I’m pumpin’ x 2
Thes One: The only thing I know I truly own is my time/So I’ma make the most of it and travel
with this rhyme/the earth is getting smaller, it’s all a matter of shine/from the solar to lunar, radio
tuners lock lines to the block/broadcast across the Pacific/a skipping rock leaving audio waves to
ripple/talk style is simple/mainly rip a couple of clubs/then me and Double pump it droppin’
rhymes, rippin’ the dubs/then Crockett & Tubbs doin’ their thang, jump on the plane /promoters
proud, sobbin’ like the end of Purple Rain/train civic-minded Frank Lloyd Wright
rhymes/designed to lecture bright minds/respect the life lines of predecessors/we the West Coast
professors/study lessons of the yesteryear/couldn’t drop the baton/we’re technical and got an
ear/it’s on like a pot of greens/things people hear, still shining, while we hanging, off the chain,
like a chandelier/so
Flex off the sounds that I’m pumpin’ x 2
Double K: We watchin’ the sound and breakin’ it down/I say the people of the P when we come
to their town/we’re gettin’ live just to survive and lettin’ it be known/the facts will be shown/this
music is so grown man/we the baddest since Bigger & Deafer/since Tougher Than Leather/since
the God made ‘em clap to this/now I’ma pass to Chris and let him rap to this/I let ‘em let ‘em rap
to this
Thes One: There was a black man, a brown man, and some hip hop fans/the hip hop fans knew
they were dope/it took the black man and brown man 3 years to lace the sound/but the fans now,
they never lost their hope/so witness new Drummond stepfather with the Willis soon comin’/two
illest summonin’ the realest/rhythm and the rhyme/the feel it time is here, so pour a beer and just
chill/with the P flex a skill and blow your mind
Flex off the sounds that I’m pumpin’
Double K: yeah, and what is that that I hear/oh well, excuse me, can we funk you/welcome to
Station W-E-F-U-N-K/and we funk, and we pump, as you already know/we came to steal the
show/good grief, thief/yeah/and look it here, we slaves to the rhythm right/pickin’ cotton out of
pill bottles/ay Thes One I think they hear that funk/make ‘em stomp they foot/now we hear
everybody jammin’, and it’s cool/we don’t like it, and we give you this to stomp your foot/go
ahead, stomp that foot, can you hear it/sounds like a heart beat/yeah, sounds real good/go wiggle
y’all/W-E-F-U-N-K….we funk, yeah
Track 6 “Tuxedo Rap”
Double K: Hey man, we the ones that rock on the rhythm/we tearin’ the roof off/it’s the one that
we give ‘em/deliver the freshness so you can go get it/get with it everybody let’s upjump the
breakbeats/spinnin’ like platters, we rock on precisely/accurate jam timing hot for the kids/westboundin’ on the track/you know just what it is/see the name on the marquee/we ‘bout to get
biz/get the girls, after-party, back at the crib/we pourin’ up the liquors, it’s time to have kids/I’m
the fresh cut maker/fly beat creator/corner-of-the-block-hanger/professional player-hater/gettin’
the job finished, we leave them with a smile/they say you make it funky, been doin’ it for a
while/bass lines with the left hand scratch/back spin the vinyl breaks we catch
Thes One: The the People Under the Stairs/we rock it for (show)/Afro-Latin rap styles/kids be
lettin’ ‘em know/Los Angeles duo/hip the hop, good to (go)/you know my bro, smokin’ blunts
on the (patio)/now dig it, listenin’ to the crew number (one)/who turned on the sex machine, let it
(run)/shine to the rhythm, west to east like (sun)/so have fun/Jimmy Castor we’ve just
(begun)/blow out your lungs/hung jury/jaywalk (free)/limo tint MC’s, people envy the
(P)/telescope dope star power (definitely)/me and the homie Christmas, Michael light up the
(tree)/he he roll it like Dogtown Z and the (Boys)/Heavy D/Blue Funk/P is bringing the
(noise)/graceful poise while toys/ no soul/gold fishing like kois/ we commission the
Michelin/retire and roll (boy)/the S one, Double K/pop the bubbly/party rock/club’ll be center
the festivity/1984 your activity/L.A. Kings are back/so come on, get with me
Chorus: Whip It, Whip It, Whip It, Soul Sister!
Get It, Get It, Get It Soul Sister! X2
Double K: huhuhuha ha/I was out on a mission, rollin’ at night/smokin’ some cheeba cheeba and
ran into a fight/two young brothas and one got dissed/I broke up the fight and it sounded like
this/I sadi there’s only one champ/everybody have fun/one brotha said split! I pulled out my
gun/ain’t no need to act tuff/ain’t no need to bust/I said I’m just the party rocka from coast to
coast/and everybody started rappin’ everybody started clappin’/the young man shook my
hand/He said I didn’t wanna fight/not makin’ a scene it’s just I ain’t got no bread/I’m wearin
some old threads/ and in the nick of a time/ I sported a fresh rhyme and at the flick of a J/he was
wearin’ some new vines/ I said look little brutha quit fussin’ a mess/ try to rhyme like me and
soon you’ll be fresh/
Thes One: He said I’m under the stairs not the ladder and chutes/ I keep ‘em Faze-O high like
Bootsy boots/tight with the loops like Windsor knot/I’m the rap rooty-toot all up in your
thoughts/girl, it may take money and may take time/ but you will never find another MC with my
rhyme/and if you do that’s cool/you just send him my way/ and if the sucka say to double K he
wrote it yesterday then he’s a lyin’ cheat/ a thief and a bum/ a hip-hoppin’ lowlife trying to live
in the slums/but the real rap/came here to have act young/handclap party people say “cheers” and
have fun/just throw up your hands from side to side/and let the P vibe make you feel real live/just
throw up your hands from side to side/and let me know your all right tonight we high five with
the/
Chorus: Whip It, Whip It, Whip It, Soul Sister!
Get It, Get It, Get It Soul Sister! X2
Double K: It’s the next step in the form of a sound/party people make room when we come to
your town
Thes One: It’s the number, number 1 sound/hottest thing around/ tuxedo rap handclap for the
people Howie T
Howie T: Howie T’s in th eback with the rap to tap into the bassline add it to the 8-track
Together: Huh! So take that, howie t and the P/we settle the score/you need more? That’s what
we here for
Track 7 “Days Like This”
Double K: Growin’ up in the eighties/I been thinkin’ bout it lately/it was a lot that I missed/I was
a star upon a wish/you know, pops didn’t stay around too long/he was hangin’ inn the
studio/makin’ them songs/and my mother was young/ and still sprung on life/I used to watch
different strokes I wanted that for Mike/ the Jeffersons was a family/I dug it the most/black folks
tryin’ to make it/to yall heres a toast/I used to/go to school with my Mom on the bus downtown
so she could get her degree/and feed me/and my sister, man I can’t thank her enough/she used to
get high but she stopped for us/we used to walk to the grocery store, and she didn’t have enough
money we was at my Grandma’s door/god bless her life and god bless her soul/that old lady
showed me love that no one will ever know/yeah I wanted transformers and the fresh
turntables/and really didn’t understand when they wasn’t able/ they had bills to pay takin’ nickels
from a dime/I just waited for my birthday and Christmas time/now those are days that pass and
me and Chris write rhymes/and until my last swisher Ima drop these lines/ I love the women in
my life/yall kept me alive/now I gotta keep myself alive
Chorus: The things you lose will be the things you miss
And no one can prepare you for the days like this
You can have a lost one, you can lose a loved one
Be thankful for what you got and everybody have fun
Thes One: I got my music right here/my man right there/my family over there and everywhere I
know you’re out there/I wake up/blessed with another day to make the whereabouts better/give it
up/higher power live it up/we grown now/at the table play the hand that we been dealt/with no
choice you ante up/all your chips up on the felt/and when the only thing that’s left is faith you
maintain/the last defense against pain/I wish we could stop the thing eatin’ grandpas brain but all
the same who could I blame and how could I complain/we made it off the plane on September
10th/July 3rd I live to pay another month of rent/been getting’ bent on guilt/the homie disappeared
I hope he’s not killed/he could never know how my flow he had helped build/how my dad
sacrificed in the field pickin’ fruit/ so his only son could grow up diggin’ loops man its mad
deep/losing sleep for lost souls and brethren/for all my stillborn kin/I live for you and then
some/Eugenio you know we wouldn’t let you go that easily/this family tree’s a redwood/the
roots are unreasonably tough/as the men in my life/I love you much, thank you and I
represent/everyday I give it up
Chorusx2
Track 8 “Jamboree pt.1”
Thes One: Forget sports throw on your shorts light up the grill/hot august Saturday we gonna lay
around and chill/at the bottom of the hill there’s a store/BYOB/by yourself a case and bring some
stone brewery for me/bring your homie and your girl and her girl and her homegirl/enough
smokin’ and folk to let the party unfurl/dope/GP is comin’ and Aesthetics is too/Crown
City/Starving Artists/and a couple other crews/dudes bringin’ the brews and booze for the
blender/Marinating the beef in the beer until it’s tender/send a couple of plastic plates and
cups/yo hurry up!/A couple of folks are showing up/pumpin’ up the Jazzy Sensation with the
Bambataa/ it makes the homie dance while he’s flippin’ the Asada/everybody dancing as the sun
starts to set/doin’ it now to have a night to never forget/you gotta
Chorus: Do it now, right now x2
Double K: I’m on the move and I’m rollin’ tough/stepped in the party and I’m rollin’ up/All my
friends are here and they feelin’ nice/I’m passin’ handshakes and smiles “yeah what up big
mike!”/I see some lightskinned oooh!/I see some dark skins/some short and stubby/some tall and
thin/but you know I spotted one the prettiest girl there/with reddish brown hair and I was loving
the flair/but in the meantime I have a couple drinks and shit/tryin’ to hype up my game/you
know a nigga ain’t a lame/I got the charmin’ ways/see this girl was the most beautifulist thing in
the world/yeah for sure/I chilled like a square and didn’t approach her/I just stared/and moved a
little bit closer/word up/this girl put a spell on me/I would have married here there/but I smelled
like weed/by the way there’s Thes, hey brotha what do you say?
Thes One: Double K Double K did you hit the buffet?/What a nice day I’m having a
ball/drinking it all/see you peepin’ out the honey standing by the wall in overalls/She’s Lee’s
friend here for the weekend from Fresno/you should hit her up man before her ride decide to go/
Double K: man I’m feelin’ shy/I don’t know why/I’m lovin’ the face dude/I’m lovin her
thighs/hows my t-shirt look? And is my hair alright?
Thes One: you better do it now/here is your chance you better slide with the
Chorus: Do It now, right now x2
Double K: I got a mouthful of Altoids/I’m feelin’ fresh/I finished my food, I’m ‘bout to give it
my best/I said hey pretty lady are you likin’ the food?/realize what I said now I feel like a
fool/she replied nicely/with a grin/I might be hangin’ like Ice-T by the end of the night/she could
be my Darlene/and I said that’s right/started talkin’ ‘bout my flows and what I did last night/I
offered girl some drink/she took it to the face/this girl likes to party so I brought up my place/I
said I got a nice TV, my bed is big/but there’s only one thing and I began to sing: The choice is
up to you, it’s up to you x2/She said no I’m kind of sorry gonna turn you down/it was really nice
meeting you maybe I’ll see you around/I said man it ain’t a thang got another chicken wing/seen
another little cutie and began to sing, it went/
Party sounds
Track 9 “Jamboree pt.2”
Double K: The barbeque is done/and I’m not sober/lookin’ for some skins to (shut yo
mouth)/alright I mean come over and they can rub my back/drink some of this Bombay/and
smoke this sack/but I don’t have any phone numbers at hand/and all the girls around here are
coolin’ with they man/plan b/pour up another cup and erupt/Ay yo Thes come get this drink! (I
can’t I’m cleanin’ up) Man I’m cleanin’ up!?/later for that/it’s only midnight/and this is where
it’s at/threw on some Parliament to re-ignite the night/a couple’a more people arrive with Amstel
Light/ a yo who the fuck are they?/I say with a slur/they step into the light and all I seen was
her/you better watch that man, yeah I’ma punch her man/and dance around the room so I can kiss
her hand/but that approach wouldn’t be civilized right? So I sing Flashlight, the 12” version/I
feel like my liver is the only thing I’m hurtin’/blurtin out obscenities/seem to be the remedy/I
know these people around they want to get rid of me but, I’m cool, no serious yo let’s dance man
come on…
Thes One: this house is a mess/most everybody left/some didn’t say bye it’s cool/only the crews
here/time to post up there’s a couple of beers/hey yall cheer’s to a good night/another J they
light/they’ll probably stay all night/I’d rather that than they leave/if they stumble to the door I’m
surely takin’ their keys/ I grab a seat/we reminisce about old times like Alladin’s Castle/DJ
Alladin/two live crew rhymes and 2 player Madden/I guess it’s kind of sad when it’s the end of
the night/the homie Beto came back with some Amstel Light/and Mikey’s beatboxin’ basslines
to Flashlight/they argue and laugh it’s all funny to me/I got all my homies drunk on my balcony/I
can feel myself fading as a story’s relayed about a DJ who played/ “Masquarade” by Ace and Ab
Rude/ I wake up like dude, LA’s the shit/they all nod their head and take another hit/Yo mike
you remember that H-block shit…I feel myself fading, another hit….
Arguing
Track 10 “The Doctor and The Kidd”
George Clinton: And your traveling with um, Kidd Drunkadelic/all looped up on that rap rhyme
juice/and um, when you inhale it you can smell it on his breath/you can tell it when you smell
it/drinkin’ that rap rhyme juice/ he can feel it/oh yeah!, a lot of um, lyrical linguistics supported
by alcoholic ballistics/blowin’ your mind in the time it take him to inhale in vocal rhyme rippin’
up them tracks/ derailing your train of thought/you thought he didn’t? you thought you farted but
you shitted/he’s half his age and start battling punks like you chill at will and start scatterin’
outwards and outright never back to the mic/half you punks don’t even hold it right/it’s plain to
see that he’s travellin’/on the right track that’s slowly unraveling/before him, and there’s none
after/He’s so far ahead of himself he’s coming up in behind hindsite/he once took an injunction
out on himself/he supposed to stay fifty feet within himself/I think he see himself comin’ he
better run/so he runs his mouth and of he goes/you could smell it if you inhale it/Kidd
Drunkenstein/ Yeah, drinkin’ that rap juice…
Track 11 “Eat Street”
Thes One: I might call your spot pumpin’ If you got crushed ice/In a Styrofoam cup/with the
refill rights/so homie no time to chill we got places to try/and find some grilled onions and a
large side of fries/some guys are mad smart some guys are tough dudes/but me and my homies
we mostly care about food/got spots to peruse and never choosin’ McDonalds/I’m talkin’ Al’s
Cheesteaks, Dino’s and Chanos/Tomie’s On Pico/Highlife in Pasadena oh and Lucky Boy too
and I can’t forget Arena/Wilson Burger by PCH and Hawthorne/and right around the corner is
Ynot/ it’s awesome/Melrose got Astro’s and that’s that/I only mess with Fatburger if your fries
are fat/now Whittier got Ruby’s and they’re renowned for their shakes/it’s like the Claim Jumper
pilin’ up the food on your plate/wait, now better yet let me tell you about that Busy Bee/you get
the Belly Buster the chicken or the Pastrami/Tommy’s on the late night/Eat Well for breakfast
and Fritto Misto with my ladie/Gnocci’s the best dish/Shout to Papadakis, Lighthouse, and the
Waffle House, Fantastic Café and Prontos all rule the south/ word to your mouth until the next
Phillipe’s, yo I’m out on the streets lookin’ for somethin’ to eat like
Chorus: frie,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,s you know we love frie IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIs x2
Double K: When I’m chillin’/I’d rather be grillin’/give me a plate of the flavor and Mike starts
illin’/and if I ain’t squeezin’ lemon on some roast chicken/I’m jumpin’ on the road like the fast
food villain/burgers I be killin’/tomatoes and all/I be coolin’ at the food court in your favorite
mall/buying lunch like it was weight/throw it in the back of the trunk/I’m off to Tom’s #2 to get
me some lunch/10 beef tacos senior/extra cheese and them chips that you got at the store/now
lookey here/I just past Oki-Dog/I’m headed towards Lucy’s passed up Roscoes they can keep
them waffles, in the distance, I see a place they call El Rey/home of the Garbage Burrito and if
not,then hit Benito’s/taquitos for days and a big bag of Lay’s wash it down with a soft
drink..hmmm/let me think/I’ll head down west to the A-1 Burger where the French fries are fresh
and you might get murdered/or what about Johnnies, pastramis and shakes/or you could hit
Chabelita for the midnight break/after the club spend a dub and you can feed your crew/ on any
given day this is what I might do…go place an order/then wait/and pick it up
Chorus: frie,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,s you know we love frie IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIs x2
Track 12 “Crown Ones”
Thes One: Dig the underground sound like an approaching earthquake/golden state plates vibrate
eights your chunks shake/we rock crowns fitted the sound get down with it, swing the sceptor
soul the jesters know they bit it/I see them smile through the argyle and good humor/but them ice
cream 16 bars are rap tumors/but YoYoPo ruminates things are getting great now hop a
plane/jump the lake just to checkmate/how we make a pawn take a long pause/ain’t no movin
back/one square at a time droppin’ dimes on the white and black/we stay the course on this high
horse/moving in big L’s/she may have a one track mind but she sellin’ sea shells/big power like
d-cells/we retail the unexpected/a little this, alittle that/recipes perfected so if you see the hat then
get set/double k rap breathing down yo neck/
Double K: It’s the P, the funky Lone Star Stranger/go for your buns we in the house there’s
danger/tell the DJ to screw it/slow your body on down/Party on to the last word I
mentioned/Attention all hip-hoppin’/back is the bass droppin under the street light coppin’ some
funk/now tell me whats up, we on your mixtape and do it for a fixed rate/getting’ straight to it no
foreplay/just floor play, skank your shoes off and thank your new boss/the workout jim!/the
brother ain’t slim but I’m the thin line between funkin’ and frontin’/come to your jam eat your
chips grab the mike double split and then rip/ huhuh yeah/ there ain’t no half steppin’ that’s what
I told Big Daddy Kane/ and I bet you somewhere, it’s still stuck in his brain/you can’t forget it
it’s a given and we takin’ it back/like Pac Jam you be like “that Jam is pumpin!”/old ladies be
like “them boys sure are somethin’!”/the latin brothas say Odele!/and let the jam play/it’s a down
one/so when you see me walk up and crown one, you could crown one, you could crown one
Chorus: You can’t take the crown, maybe from someone else but not from me
Thes One: Can’t mess with these heavyweights/twisted for the trackin’ late/ Youth Explosion
back cover made the funk levitate/you were posin’ like “it’s cool”/dude we went and rocked your
school/master tools like Mr. Taylor/catering the parlesvous/ money makin’ microphone Macco
paints the Plymouth/ catch a vibe like Earl Sheib/spray’em till we finish it/bodyshoppin’ body
rockin’ block party characters/those seemin’ scared of the P, are non-perilous/cause he’s the
terrible terrorist tearin’ through your cannabis and Thes’ll manhandle those grandstandin’ Los
Angeles producers, we super producers with bumper crops/grow ‘em like I-5, high fives,
brothers call ‘em slumper props/talk a lot but check the disc like RCA puppies/we rock it for you
ghetto fresh, we rock it for you yuppies/you talk a lot but check the disc like RCA puppies, that’s
right dog
Double K: It’s the return of the one nation under a groover/the young girl soother/the baby batter
mover/I’m down with the maneuver do it right to left/the hero in stereo/some call it imperial/the
baler without the 64 impala/I can take the picture on a dollar turn and make it holla back
youngin’/microphone thuggin’/ come off that rap/you a BG trippin’ and we them OG’s
buggin’/lovin’ every minute of it wouldn’t put nothing above it but them folks upstairs so they
can feel the bass boom/giv eth eladies waist room/wind up your boom boom/brought the funk
out the tomb for the “resurrection”/Thes One and Double K for the 808 section/we arrange and
conduct, you get the finished product/jumpin’, off the shelves be the jam of the year/people
under the stand clear it’s a world premier…
Chorus: You can’t take the crown, maybe from someone else but not from me
Track 13 “LA9X”
Double K: Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?/a product of LA, NWA/they told me it was
K-Day man you know I celebrated/picturin’ DJ Pooh and King Tee getting’ faded/before I
grabbed the Mic, before I got drunk/I was Low Profilin’ with the funky stuff/I’m from the W.C.,
paid my dues and all that/I knew that rhyme pays Raider Hat’s were ball caps/1988 Mixmaster
Spade/One time gaffled him up before I got laid/more bounce to the ounce and I say what
counts/I took the funk at a young age, in large amounts/screamin’ Compton’s in the house/Bobby
Jimmy with a critter/not a quitter, the number one west coast hitter/from Fellowship to DJ Quick,
Second To None/”bitch betta have my money” “young niggas havin’ fun”/ “The booty up, the
booty up, you can do the booty up!”/Jeanine shes a dick fiend/steppin’ to the dopefiend beat/
never came too short/ see I was born to Mack/I was sworn to rap a year after 84/bumpin my shit
loud my mama bangin’ on the door with the “6 in the morning, police at my door/fresh addidas
squeak across the bathroom floor”
Chorus: Now here we go/you gotta play this/gangsta gangsta, that’s what they yellin’
You better get ready/I’m fittin’ to acta fool/cause the boys in the hood are always hard/
Red or blue cuz or blood/it just don’t matter/once upon a time in the projects, yo!/ this is
for
The homies/you can get the ducksick/this is for the homies you can get the ducksick
Thes One: We had Quality Electronics/belt drives, Numarks, Lineartechs, and Gemini’s/Melrose,
Cracker Breaks, you gotta share fries/Mark Luv, Bigga B, Unity Lines/ Goof Troop, Majestics,
CBS, Hex/USC house party tryin’ to have sex/gang truce, blue and red/lettin’ off lead/Cut
Chemists’ striped shirt, four foot dreads/Big Gulps, biddie smoke, whilin’ at school/PeAkMiJu
on the avenue, ooh!/hieroglyphics, Plan b, kickflippin’ ollies/While Mona Lisa sing along to 5
o’clock follies/Rob Ones trunk and doubles of chief rocka/Pasadena swap low offer Mustapha/4track Tascam ping-pongin’ tracks/Ben’s red Corrolla with the system in the back/oh what a
Bizarre Ride/backpack pant’s saggin’/hangin’ out on Pico, why does Martin keep
baggin’?/backseat Rap Sheet nickel sack beats/Downlow hookups, freestylin’ at 3/like Magic
Mountain swap meet Fresh Jive jeans/I was dreamin’ while I wrote this, rememberin the
scene/and LA how I love you all and how much you all mean, I was dreamin’ while I wrote this
just thinkin’ of the scene with the
Chorus: World, World ultimate/hot potato, hot hot potato/your mama so fat – how fat is she?/
Sunbeams, bright side dreams/listen up checkit, E-Rules about to wreck it/ken predeta
etcetera, yeah right/class clown what time is it? Make room, for the beats and beats that
bump, make room, for the somethin’ somethin’ that bump, make room for the mixtapes
But now I’m an MC/ I got the latin lingo funky bilingual let’s go
Track 14 “The Brownout”
Thes One: We excel spreadsheets on beds of beats made by this Westside story played by these
Ogs/now your actors guild should yield check Stay Tuned/The P shows a wreckin’ ball the club
stays ruined/I reckon our tunes rock any saloons to doom/make the room bloom like a cala lilyed
tomb/this equinox rocks the dark side of the moon/from here to June lunar eclipse and
mushroom/cloud the underground loud like thunder sound the comin’ electrics lookin’ to find
ground/a third prong song to make the breakers all trip/ off and on like Trendz we never
follow/Apollo talent it’s like a magic trick, I got the gallant spit and on some (eat you eggs)/SO
me and double tell ‘em to split and then we dip or bust ‘em/hole ‘em like a masonry bit/It’s a
holdup/Schooly D and then we flea like we Red Hot Chile, naw really we hot steppas/(was that
you on the drums?) naw man, that’s Baby Peppa but we spotted like leopards them dudes are
from the records like/Mutt and Jeff but we buff and def to death so play the left young lady like
Sadie Hawkins and then you step…
Chorus: I’m serious, I live up to my rep, and I neva half-step…the more I sweat the more money
I
Get
Double K: Get ready for the aftershockin’/the nine point’in on your Richter California’s top
notch earthshake for realer/ heatseekin’ rhyme patterns the matter I get/cause for a matter to rip/I
write rhymes at the speed of a crip tryin’ to dip/make a man skip his dinner and sleep/checkin’
my rap of the week/see I’m the difference between a victory and a loss and I’m the reason why
your wack twelve inch gets tossed they call me big boss man/I’m runnin’ the streets in a
marathon of funk/ leavin a cloud of skunk/ you out of towners get sunk quick man didn’t see the
quicksand covered up by the pro-flow master I get faster than the Nascar down to the last bar/ I
outlast yall, going and going and going down to the last syllable until they say I feel it bro/yeah
he really killed it yo! Do it without a video so picture me smackin’ your favorite rapper at a
theatre near you/ a pure disaster, a pure disaster…
Chorus: I’m serious, I live up to my rep, and I neva half-step…the more I sweat the more money
I
Get
Track 15 “Letter to the old school”
Double K: Dear Busy Bee, Rodney C and GNC, Sha-Rock, Tony Ton, Debbie Dee and Lisa Lee/
Pass this to ya friends Melle Mel and Kool Moe, Whipper Whip, Kevvie Kev and my nigga
Scorpio/I’m writin’ this letter in hopes of getting’ better I been rockin on the mic lookin’ to the
trendsetters/like LA Sunshine, Chief Rocka Starski/DJ Hollywood but answer this for me/ how
did you shock the house/why would you turn it out? Could you really electrify? /what is it all
about?/your known for hypnotizing and the money makin’/the dolla dolla bill I heard ya earthshaking/you knew about sure shots and rockin’ the beat/ you always made us get busy and move
our feet/if you wasn’t socializing or countin’ to 5, you were talking bout cheeba/or getting’
high/sometimes I want to go back and wear some leather/some freesh white gloves in steamy hot
weather/tall boots and fur hats/ uh huh a take that/high 5’s during a live show..whoa!/Some of
yall said outlandish things about being able to rock, shock and sing/ I need seem tips and I can
really get hip/kidd drunk from the P, sinceritely
Track 16 “More Than You Know”
Double K: Got rid of some luggage/I’m ready for some lovin’/got my axe together/ I need a
mang thang/time to relax clever/made mistakes in the past that was weak/after getting’ what I
wanted I wouldn’t speak/out maxin’ with the homies/I never got lonely/wasn’t paying attention/I
was too busy getting taxed, smokin’ on sacks, and breakin’ MC’s backs/I had to take some time
out to find out where my head was out/appearently it was downtown/ hangin’ at the club/comin’
home out of mind out of pocket that was enough to make a real women leave/and slam the
door/didn’t wanna try and tame her/and couldn’t even blame her/became bitter, destructive, you
know I didn’t care/lookin’ up and findin’ myself right there/alone and confused, high and
dry/tryin’ to get it together, word to my mother I try/but that P-funk with that uncut prevents
that/stickin’ my chest out being tough, yeah it’s that macho attitude, don’t need nothing, don’t
care but really, but really, really
Chorus: It’s just something I gotta say, something I gotta share, some people they gotta have it
somepeople they don’t care, but I need to let you know so we can grow/let’s get it together and
share some time, you see the point of the rhyme is that it’s – x2
Thes One: You know that times got rough and stuff I said I’d take back but growin up is tough
when prone to overreact, my own pride/like holdin’ back showin tough sides when you cried/I
know I lacked some qualities had a few lies/been some late apologies some false compromise/I
watched us change and organize this life together/nights together we fighted through the stormy
whether I said I’d never forget or just let go/the anger carries on I let go through stereo/still not a
problem or at least I didn’t say so safely always been so cautious hardly realized I almost had
lost this/relationships get deep/I’m wakin’ up at night wondering I can’t sleep/It’s time to take
the leap, I wish I was a safe bet lookin’ down nothing but ground with no safety net/yet regret,
never, no thoughts and not a sound/I’m just sayin it would kill me to let you down/we’re layin
concrete covering our lost ground/and I don’t say it enough, but you know I’d lay my life down,
because/
Chorus: It’s just something I gotta say, something I gotta share, some people they gotta have it
somepeople they don’t care, but I need to let you know so we can grow/let’s get it together and
share some time, you see the point of the rhyme is that it’s – x2
Track 17 “Reflections”
Odell: Jah sun has come and I’m on the rise/To face a day that’s full of pride/It’s seems
someway we’ll move on true/Give thanks and praise it is with you, sayin’/we’re travellin’ on a
thin, thin line/some walkin’ around as if they are half blind, yeah/they fell like struggles come
their way/but that start to war instead of pray/ Give it up!”
Chorus: You got to give it up, you just got to give it up, you just got to give it up
Odell: The night has come and we want to play/yet it seems like we won’t unite same way/they
standing in the blinding light/searching for a little light/holding on to celebrate/but theyre losing,
theyre losing face/they say they want to stand up strong/but yet they question “oh lord, how
long?”
Chorus: You got to give it up, you just got to give it up, you just got to give it up
Double K: So many times the way that we were brought up/can have us in a mindstate of steady
getting’ caught up/wantin to follow and keep up with the trends/young girls ahvin’ sex to
impress they friends/insecurities can have a person livin’ at their worst instead of takin time out
to think/they battle and curse/refuse the love givin’ livin’ a life of sinnin’ in a whirlwind spinnin’
with confusion/ya losin’ drinkin’ drug abusin’/they called it the blues and/we call it rock and
roll/in while losin’ mind control/self control on cruise/ see fuck it ain’t the answer and if it was a
lot of people would breathe today like Donny Hathaway/and Marvin Gaye/Billie Holiday and my
grandma Jean/who’s smilin’ down on me cause I’m livin’ my dream/I’ll keep a prayer in my
mind if I know what I mean
Thes One: I feel like the revolution’s already here, it’s just a matter of/whether you can hear or
don’t hear/some choose the latter love the ignorant bliss and dismiss/any matter that would cause
contemplatin’ a fact/and even sadder is they try and make it all black and white/it’s
complicated/but the bottom line is freeing your mind is always hated/money and drug dealing are
ekeping us separated/the more we look like animals the more we get paraded/celebrated their
system ignoring something inside like identifying with your family culture and pride/you can’t
sell that inside a WalMart they call art “My Humps” but meanwhile brothas cocking the
pump/protecting the block/a child walks duckin’ the shots/they sellin’ em rocks the buck stops
once at the top/and speakin’ of, I know shove is comin’ to push but dude, you’d shoot me and
wouldn’t shoot George Bush!
Track 18 “4 Dollar Afro”
JJ: here’s a free sample for little sister/afro glow face cream for the look of beauty
Sis: I got four dollars I been saving to get my ‘fro together
Track 19 “You”
Thes One: Be rockin tables and doubles takin’ the trouble supportin’ labels and lovin’ real rap
DJ’s do it for You
Double K: Know I be doin’ it, You know I be getting’ it P funkin’ till the last of my days so I can
do it for you
T:Keep the dancefloor goin’ be showin’ body movements b-boys doing it fluid uprocking yo we
make it for you
D: be getting’ busy when you be lovin’ the P we takin’ money rippin’ microphones on stage for
you
T: be takin’ risks fatter cap meanstreakin’ through the street all weekend freakin’ hand-styles all
city its you
D: know where we from the place under the sun/where they be packin’ the guns,but we keep it
on the one for you
T: ran out of money but kept diggin’ for breaks/fillin’ your crates sealing history listening to
music its you
D: And everybody lets rock rock the party and rock the body body they created hip hop for you
Chorus: You people in the front, You people in the back, You people on the side x2
T: Work 9 to 5 support family and survive the life you lead is for your seeds to have a better one
we make it for you
D: Tried to down the people under the stairs but wasn’t prepared when you heard we wouldn’t
stop but we was comin’ for you
T: Deserve applause girl, doin’ for self/got a job,pay rent, don’t need a man to step and help I’m
so proud of you
D: Jst stay chekcin’ everytime a new sensation of ryhmin and rythym every time Thes made it
for you
T: got my back true definition of a friend, house party road trippin’ never end you know I send it
to you
D:Can’t deny the ladies love the P, they deserve the P and homegirls all I need is you
T: always support the things we do I imagine your crew getting blunted to this new P and surely
it’s made for you
D: Can run and tell everybody in sight, once again the two producers came together we was
thinkin’ of you
Chorus: You people in the front, You people in the back, You people on the side x2
Track 20 “On and On”
Thes One: you gotta stand for something or fall for anything so whatever you do just do it
well/put your heart into it and do it cause only time will tell/hell we try hard but’ll probably
never be the best/but travel round the world reppin’ the west coast/ I overdose hip
hop/complainer and a contributor/blast from the past and a boomin’ from the future/this ain’t no
93 mid-school throwback rap style/just everyday reppin’ only know how and and timeless like an
hourglass sans sand/Thes ampersand Double K, there it is, damn!/It’s really rather simple but
comparable to none/haters stay away it’s made for people havin’ fun like dad’s, sons, moms,
uncles and aunts too/we’re all becoming that as we look back true/you should have seen them
dance dude, pumpin’ at the wedding/ grown men in suits doing the troop and sweating/ I guess
what I’m saying is way in we come up parlayin’ funk/probably never change much/you could
call it double dutch/ You put in half, P will put in double that/x+2x=double hat/simple equation
you’ll probably never need a calculator shout to San Pedro and I’m out see you later!
Chorus: on and on and on and on x 4
Double K: At your service and still is and always will be/the super duper dynamic better known
as the P/fessional/we let em know we give em something really special/so good you can feel it
make a thief want to steal it/and give it to his loved one/make a couple club runs/give it to the
dj/put it on the replay/let it play for three days straight with no chaser/with no commercial junk
it’s that grown man funk/it’s that instant pump/the world travellin’ dose/We give the most when
we fill it and you can hear the kids yell it on the Oh shit hear comes another one brother/Thes
One and Double K, there will never be another/we the rawest thing since America was
discovered/since the jackson’s were brothers and snoop was going deep cover/on the realness
feel this with both hands/one on the fader one on the technics spinner watch for the splinters
cause its rough when you catch it/ the beat you better catch it ‘till the break of dawn/ you know
the P goes on and on…