Just The Three Of Us (Dr. Oop feat. People Under The Stairs)
Written by: Rod Cowens, Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Dr. Oop:] Aw yeah, uh… all my peoples in the house, push your hands in the sky, and if you're chillin' at the crib, nod your head with the vibe we bring, yo…
Yo, all my peoples out West, show us love one time
All my peoples in the East, show us love one time
All my peoples up north, show us love one time
'Cause you know we only came to elevate your mind
All my people down south, show us love one time
And all my Midwest niggas, show us love one time
All my peoples overseas, show us love one time
'Cause you know we only came to elevate the mind
Dr. Oop'll do Dallas
Everywhere I go, I cause malice
Floating 'round in a cloud palace
I got the phat tape for your Chevy
You can hear me eat a rap fake
Like a Little Debbie snack cake
I'm on the move, on the rise, and on the take
I go on-and-on like a sideways ape
So fly away, escape like the Calgon lady (take me away…)
I'm heavy in the trees, but I don't act shady
So relax, baby, cool out, brother
Blacklove has got soul like the Isley Brothers, we the irie brothers
And I be the mischevious Mr. B.S.
Verbal sun, set to rise from West to East
Unless I move smooth, I'm from the Angel City
You try to diss me, I giggle at you sissies like Missy
With the New Word Order, smokin' herb like a snowboarder
Burning from the London Latins out the Latin Quarter, it's
[Dr. Oop:] Just the three of us, kickin' them lyrics off the mind
Just the three of us, we came to rock mankind
Just the three of us, we got style and finesse and plus the flair
Just the three of us, throw your hands in the air
Uh c'mon, uh c'mon
[Thes One:]
I'm Thes One, that brown-skinned Sunshine Superman
Walkin' barefoot through these barren lands
I got plans and plots and lots of sands to tie my thoughts
Caught, get crushed by the flows and refined like sand specks
On a beach, prose out of reach, poetics impeach on Ampex
I deck cassettes like the halls, my text falls up negative vibes
I got five on it (Homie, fo' sho'!), so shots let off live rounds on it
Keep these thoughts packed to push your wig back like Santa Ana
No, I ain't no… damn Tony Montana
Banana boat drug-slingin' thug in a Copacabana
Drinking a chug-a-lug mai tai, I'm broke, so why lie?
Make beats in high fidelity first, I tie up wack MCs
Recite rhymes like these, watch their heads burst
What I say's for real, no firsts, were played though, I see no
Get the girls to lay me back in the worst way
Love life and live it, disk drive, relieve it with a beat like this
And then I bounce, young brother, leave it alone
Got a pretty young Indian girl, she waiting for me over on the phone
[Dr. Oop:] Just the three of us, freakin' those lyrics off the mind
Just the…
[Dr. Oop & Double K:] …three of us!
[Dr. Oop:] We came to rock mankind (You're goin' to rock mankind)
Just the three of us, we up in that attic getting blowed
Just the three of us, we make the party explode
C'mon, c'mon
[Double K:]
Respect? None given from the man in the back
Strapped with the Phillies, stoned off the ill-y
The beat's fresh out the microwave hot
Burn for ten minutes, it's the pleasure, and we give it
Dope lines for the ear drum, chilling with your friends
In the car, in a club, yo, it's all relaxed
The Steinways and uprights to bring down the uptight moods
Blue lights, blue smoke, everything is cool
For the doo-doo, had up one, spend it on each for the night
Droppin' lyrics for the Thursday night
Bomb gathering, laving your airwaves with beautiful sounds
That pound on the inner, white guys call it a "winner"
I call it "gangsta", you crew's soft, mine's roll hard
With precise caution, no niggas buggin', no one strippin'
So I'm sippin' MGD in the function with Thes One
And Droop Cap-one for fun, we smash nones
No rules being followed… it's just the trey of us
[Dr. Oop:] Just the three of us, kickin' them lyrics off the mind
Just the three of us to shake your behind (Gotta get behind)
Just the three of us, Thes One, Dr. Oop, and my man, Kaos
Just the three of us, we tear the roof off, tear the roof off
Everybody throw your hands up, c'mon, just… what, what?
Yo, trying to say one love, yo, we're trying to say one love
Yeah, just the three of us, get… what, yeah…
Yeah… just the three of us, freakin' those lyrics off the mind
Just the…
[Dr. Oop & Double K:] …three of us!
[Dr. Oop:] We came to rock mankind ([Thes One:] We'll rock mankind)
Blacklove and People Under The Stairs
Everybody, throw your hands in the air
The underground hip hop taking over this year
Yeah, so throw your hands in the air
Yo, mind, body, and soul… your asshole smell like burnt coal
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This track appears on the following releases:
- Nommo Warfare, Vol. 1 (1998) (12" single) - PUTS Records (PUTS 6003)
- 2001: A Rhyme Odyssey (2000) (CD & LP compilation) - Guidance Recordings (GDR 574)
- 10 Years Of Thes One (2010/2013) (MP3 Bonus Tracks) - Piecelock70 Records (PL7001)
