The UnderGround
Alright (NOW), stop who you're doing, I'm about to move in
Take over like a military coup and
Booby traps set whoever's pursuing
Booty claps got you caught in the movement
I'm still down with my homies from the UnderGround
From the hood to the club to the warehouse
Probably holla throw it up in a packed house
Always got a cordless mic in my back pouch
Out, all night, like insomniacs
But did you die, Good times, yeah, I promised that
Took a bunch of phone pics, don't remember that
Downtown UnderGround, where it's lit at
Christmas lights and a hundred foot orange cord
Probably walk a half a mile to a steel door
Hear the bump bump bump, open up
Got a room full of speaker freakers holding red cups
Shout shout, let it all out
Big bang like a nuclear fall out
Deep deep deep inside, tear the walls out
West coast to the north to the deep south
I'm still down with my homies from the UnderGround
From the ghetto, to the rave to the big house
Up in Hollywood Hills with a big mouth
Rock the mic 'til the people pull the plug out
Pout, 'cause the afterparty don't stop
You been tryin' to make it back to your home spot
But your people got your keys, so you can't leave
Plus you spent a couple hundred on some ectasys
Get inspired by the love you give
UnderGround ain't nothin' but positive
Tell the Feds, keep truckin', let my people live
We ain't playing 50 questions, we zip the lips
Take over like a military coup and
Booby traps set whoever's pursuing
Booty claps got you caught in the movement
I'm still down with my homies from the UnderGround
From the hood to the club to the warehouse
Probably holla throw it up in a packed house
Always got a cordless mic in my back pouch
Out, all night, like insomniacs
But did you die, Good times, yeah, I promised that
Took a bunch of phone pics, don't remember that
Downtown UnderGround, where it's lit at
Christmas lights and a hundred foot orange cord
Probably walk a half a mile to a steel door
Hear the bump bump bump, open up
Got a room full of speaker freakers holding red cups
Shout shout, let it all out
Big bang like a nuclear fall out
Deep deep deep inside, tear the walls out
West coast to the north to the deep south
I'm still down with my homies from the UnderGround
From the ghetto, to the rave to the big house
Up in Hollywood Hills with a big mouth
Rock the mic 'til the people pull the plug out
Pout, 'cause the afterparty don't stop
You been tryin' to make it back to your home spot
But your people got your keys, so you can't leave
Plus you spent a couple hundred on some ectasys
Get inspired by the love you give
UnderGround ain't nothin' but positive
Tell the Feds, keep truckin', let my people live
We ain't playing 50 questions, we zip the lips
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Writer(s): Gary Gomez Ii
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