Letras:
People Under The Stairs

Hey microphone testing, testing you playin' politician you martin she on the west wing guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it this shit is never

There was a time it seemed so long ago the world was painted gold before the hope began to corrode and all the people awoke to the cold that they had

money off this hip-hop shit? Yeah, I know this is all I do is stay up and make beats You know, this is how we make our living This is what the people

and every other hour On the bad vacant find I'm back to ? *You niggas out there smokin that dope* Tell your mumma "shut up" And they crack its the herbalonics Some people

the cake [Double K] Word up! I called the posse, we can all roll out, Cause once we step up in the party, yo we make the ladies shout People Under the Stairs

coolin at the club about ten on the dot Drinkin Hennesey and Coke, feeling like 2Pac Me and the crew hit the stage in about a half of one Trying to ditch security cause I'm under

Traducción: People Under the Stairs. Mid-cidade Fiesta.

Traducción: People Under the Stairs. Comer Street.

There was a time it seemed so long ago the world was painted gold before the hope began to corrode and all the people awoke to the cold that they had