Youth Explosion

Venice boardwalk, to watch the choppers of v
 From South Bay to Pasadena, yo we back on the scene
 From 110, 10 405 to 5 my 9 to 5
 Makin' it live, some flash bulb when we arrive
 Got the city on lock, block for block, as we stomp through
 Pop crews shining like new cop shoes
 Keepin' a beat, we made it
 Top of Friday night brothas always stay faded
 And been underrated for a long time now
 So take your black album, eat a peg
 You can read it front page, people under the minimum wage
 You freestyles are rockin'em still
 High-profile like roof tiles on Echo Park Hill
 Next step, payin' bills, stay dippin' like yolo Mike
 On an LA night, chillin' out in the heights (right)
 So who can make it tight (we)
 First initial the (P)
 U-T-S Thes One and Double K just be
 Rippin' up a track, on attack like a tyrant
 Pullin' out the rhyme books, stack'em up, yo admire it
 Fire it up, do the sissy strut down Sterns
 Earning money for your liquor, sacks, blunts, and golden burg
 It's a way of life and since you're living fat, be advised
 P is back, stealin' old records and your fries
 Black, guard your headphones
 We're internationally owned
 For salmon like bones on show microphones
 But before that's said we gotta make sure that everyone out there is ready
 Ayo we back like the rear
 Your fear standing in front of you and your squad
 Breaking'em down the numbers inside
 On the follow-up tip, making sure that it's fresh
 Fat bump in the tub, and yo whatever you slang
 You know their names from the first one, if not, go and get it
 Two letters makin' it better for the fools that with it
 And all the brothas with the funny haircuts, Get on the floor
 Females, give out your address, we givin' you more
 Like Rudy Ray, don't need no DJ, sucka I handle that
 Rhymes come in bundle packs to make you wanna humble the style
 The new America's most
 With the Triple K, your days are up, claimin' your coast
 I represent with a passion
 And punk I ain't askin, I'm tellin'
 Then after that I'm bailin'
 Cleaner than your pop's bowling ball collection
 Up in your section like z's, straight off the tip philly G
 That the homie rolled up, and that you get when I spit
 I suggest high steppin', choose a weapon and flip
 You can run, you can run, but you niggas can't hide
 I'm peepin' you at all times
 You're album's like a show, dimes
 So we put these together, made it potent in fact
 Backed it up, as a five presented, made the streets live bird
 And what you get, get into sound that we hittin'
 (And yo your lady don't think) because it's armored like Brink's
 And locked down like your uncle T-Bone, ya know
 So get ready, get ready, so we can start the show
 Yeah we're tired of your fake underground sound
 Ya firearm, Vinyl buying, punk crying over Casios
 Get it re-wired so you can sample original breaks
 You know that real funky shit, not them repressed fakes
 Ayo the E field from saggin' will continue to be saggin'
 And baggin' on these sally Thes cut MC's
 Until they learn the lesson we kept, molded and brought back
 Keep the album, we out Black
 Ayo you thought we comin' soft, man you lost your mind
 Yo you thought we comin' soft, man you lost your mind
 You thought the P was comin' soft, lost your mind
 You thought the P was comin' soft (nigga you lost your mind)