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
like Alcatraz Doin the San Francisco show I'm sure you realize Ring the drums like Harvey Ray's son try it Better look next time, try to step the beat
in his waist So I ???? into the next sucka face (next) This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work Gave him a pound and a pin, moved on to this next
underage Slipped her my number, tipped away And said give me a page later In typical latin lady flavor she said "maybe, ??? que si" That's how it should be And see she played me close, next
roof like the flid Rod Hull We want people to sing all our songs And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under
ll be damned if this be the hand that rocks the cradle Or push her down a flight of steps I don't care or give a heck About the people under the stairs
damned if this be the hand that rocks the cradle Or push her down a flight of steps I don't care or give a heck About the people under the stairs
the stairs I met a man, who wasn't there He wasn't there again today I wish I wish, he would go away [Intro:] Mr. Barbosa, it's a brave step you comin
flid rod hull We want people to sing all our songs And the nuns at saint joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under