Family Ties

Double Verse:

Tanya, Adeldra?, Anissa, Alita, Isaiah….
I didn’t mean to grow up, didn’t mean to get stoney, word to my father Tony, ’85 was cool dude, and I was the cool fool.
Chillin’ at school dude, pen an' hit the paper, it’s all about the family.
And those that’s livin’, you are the true we’re given, its Thes and Double,
An yo we always in to trouble, HEY ARCHIE, here’s a treat, cause I’m lovin’ my lady y’all, lovin’ my family y’all, yo-Mike T the DJ, an’ I’m off the wall, take a picture of y’all, the P army and all, bounce a basketball on the school yard pavement, go home an' smoke a J, make a beat an then save it, my family’s on the wall

(*scratch* *we had love for sure* REPEAT)
*scratch* *pour some liquor and I reminisce*

Thes Verse:

For families that’s separated, families that’s still together, families in good fortune and families under the weather.
For families that deal with addicts, families that suffer loss, families that fighting cancer together at any cost. For family that's your friends are family thats the hardest, not our family as blood but we love ‘em regardless, family that you choose and for a couple you don’t, when it’d be easier to turn your back on them but’ch’you won’t, we find a way to forgive, so we can live and move on, so we can love and move on, support our family strong, it’s like that Thanksgiving hug when you open the front door, you know that you’re home because you been there before, well you can smell the turkey cookin’ in every room in the house, we laugh at the same stories, Grandma’s perfume on her blouse, for our family who are with us, and a couple that’s gone, we celebrate the good times and reminisce on a song……….

Family Ties sample:
…………..ain’t no nothin’ we can’t love each other thru
And there ain’t no nothin’ we can’t love each other thru REPEAT

*Skkkkkrrrrsssssssshhhhh*

*Scratch*……...We had love…..we had love for sure….. REPEAT

We Get Around

[Double K]
It's 4 am
The homie's on the way
Flight's at 5:30
Dehydrated and thirsty
Trust me, this is what I want
Can't wait to see the people
Can't wait to smoke a joint
Full of the crowd that's loud and somehow
I'm still here and they blew cheer
Engineer put the laze on the sounds we like
There's one for Chris, There's one for mike
Focus
On the zoom in tip
That the fan told us
I'm on another trip
Got the boarding pass
I'm in my seat
While i'm in the air
Might get some sleep
We jump off the port
And got the dope that's imported
[?] and fine
Like the wine we like
Our legacy
Our pedigree
No other
Me and my brother we all in
We stay in your memory
And we infinity
We doing it y'all
Sincerely the P
And we do it for y'all
And we the ones that you call
Sincerely the P
We the ones that you call

[Chorus]
We going city to city
And town to town
We get around
(Round round get around I get around) [beach boys sample]
[x3]

Focus
(Fine)
Focus
(Fine)
Focus
(Fine)

[Thes One]
Focus if you will for a minute on this
It's a vision from a cliff
As we sit on the precipice
The view is forever travel endeavors in the cloud
[Now ? a poet] only underscores that folklore
Of the P as a past time
Put the show on a shrine
in the Guggenheim a museum
We divining a prime being
Right now city to city
Off to another place
The frequent flyers of the Mothership up in outer space
The chariot swings low
Harriet [?]
Freedom was a [port?]
Tracking soul on the cassette
Now me and Mike we really did a bunch of boneheaded sh!t
But we still here because we drinking beer on your continent
And beer with the in laws
Back stage with the home boys
For L.A West bound
Around the world into Illinois
Where they love Abe Lincoln like they love to start drinking
On a Saturday night then watch the P rock the mic

[Chorus]
We going city to city
And town to town
We get around
(Round round get around I get around) [beach boys sample]
[x3]

[Outro from Blewfoot]
This is Blewfoot ya'll
Welcoming the people under the stairs back to the city of angels
[?] be back
With the family and friends, and loved ones
And uh, 20 years now and uh, good to have y'all back here
To share some more of this great music with us once again
And uh, pretty [boy?] gonna keep doing his thing

YoYoPo said:
Letter to my Son

Thes One:
Dear Son, I wrote this the day you turned 10,
A decade on earth since your birth, my best friend,
And as boys (become men) and (you) start of your life plan,
A couple notes for you as you grow into a gentleman.
Chase your wildest dreams, devote yourself to a bigger truth,
Work hard, stay patient, stay cool but not aloof,
Be kind to everyone, you never know what they’re going through,
Hold the door and greet people even if they’re ignoring you.
Cos we can make small change as we work towards a bigger one,
So volunteer your time, vote, stand up and never run.
Defend those who need help. Respect and communicate,
celebrate diversity and raise your arms up against hate.
Don’t tolerate half-assed, let your passion propel you,
It’s ok to make mistakes but listen when people tell you
Apologize, try to make amends and then move on,
Surround yourself with friends who always inspire above and beyond.
And if they’re on one, then you walk away.
Let them know and if they don’t respect it, that’s ok.
Your honour’s forever and heroism is day-to-day,
In everything you’re doing in the million of littlest ways.
The biggest man is the humblest man
Find happiness in little things in life when you can.
Formulate a plan and then make it your best yet,
I’ll always be proud of you - I hope you never forget that I love you.

Thes One:
And as for me I hope history will be kind,
I know I missed a lot of moments as I stayed on my grind,
But I want you to know that even though I received a little fame,
I’d give it up to go back and never miss a soccer game,
The school plays, recitals, no idle hands in our household,
But mommy picked up the (slack) and for that I’m so thankful,
You see a woman can do anything that a man can do,
Some cases even better, just remember that as you pursue,
Love and lust - no always means no.
If she’s had too many, anything she says means no.
And on that note I know we rapped about the drink and the smoke
But everything in moderation, addiction is not a joke.
And you got uncles who drowned (and hit) bottom of (the) bottle,
Confront your problems head-on with a zest for tomorrow,
Buy a suit, buy some tools, or how to use both,
Measure twice, cut once, and never lose sight of hope, because…

Sample:
You said dreams are funny, funny, and life is just the same,
You can bet your money boy, life is not a game.
You know that I love you ‘cause I pray your dreams come true,
In case they don’t, I’ll still look after you.

Thes: Ok, you want to take the (headphones off)?
Sai: (Yeah) Thanks daddy, that was fun.

The WRLA introducer is Ontario 'O Man' Deville. I can't remember if he was on any of the P albums before but he was on some of the Tres Records stuff (if I remember correctly he is Newman from Giant Panda's uncle)

There was a dope Tres promo cd for kpfk he did all the intros on I remember - I have it somewhere but can't find an image of it anywhere online!

Let the record show:

[Double K]
Let the record show
Let your homies know
We back like a troop [troupe?] jacket
No [note?] lacking
The funk in your trunk
Passing out heart attacks
And tax it from the West Coast
King tide season
[hit?] times number five
Now i'm under palm trees
In the trees [streaming?]
And my mind's leaning
I got a L.A fitted
With some plans this evening
Cool out, chill, relax
Head to the beach
Won't use the Interstate
We headed down the back street
Take it all in I aint [bussing?] no more
I'ma let the record show while you at the vinyl store
The people's choice, the golden voice
The second coming of rosebud in the Rolls Royce
We let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low
We let the record show

[Thes One]
Let the record show
We the original
Criminal, funk under oath
Defend the west coast
Most reputable squad
Who post hard on the porch
I wrote this rhyme off Coliseum
Right by the torch
Where they gentrified funk
And rent controlled soul
The home of "homie what the hell they say?"

[Double K]
Let's roll

[Thes One]
Drive by's and drive throughs
Problems get solved
I dodged a bullet to be here
But my sins are absolved
Because L.A don't give a damn
If you give and if you you live
And after all heads up
I've seen a lot of stars fall
A pothole in the 7- 10
The traffic gets worse
I made it out of Pedro straight slangin' this verse
And we went around the world
But please let the record show
I put my seeds in L.A and let the sunshine grow
We made it round the world
But please let the record show
We the original
The P-Funk is criminal

[Thes One & Double K]
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals
On the dope tempo
(x3)

[Double K]
Chrissie, Janet, Jack The Ripper
Drinking at the [Beagle?] outside joint toker
B-boy rolling, Los Angeles trolling
King and Normandy
The P be forming the
Formula the [O.C?] styles for free
Yo thes one?

[Thes One]
Whatsup?

[Double K]
Ay what you got for me?

[Thes One]
I got a rocket in my pocket
And some comps to the Roxie
The funk unlocks the box to the box seats
Stadium club dub
Above that right-field feel
Career long like a Dodger dog
Ayo chill!
Trying to do the wave
In seventh inning stretch
On some old school L.A type sh!t like Fletch
Toast the plastic cup
Then I take a little sip
I'm upstairs at Philippe's
Eaten turkey french dip so

[Thes One & Double K]
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals
On the dope tempo
(x3)

[Sample from Run DMC - Slow And Low (Demo from 1986)]
Slow and low
That is the tempo

[WRLA Old Man]
You are listening to the old man here on WRLA
Got a couple more tracks from People Under the Stairs
Before i get on my [?]
Thanks again for tuning in
You got a lot of choices, and we're glad you chose us

[WRLA Jingle]
Sincerely the P
Talking bout the final step, getting off stage
It's Mike and Chris on WRLA
(x2)

I think these are the ones you missed (I'm also not 100%)...

It's Thes a little way here, reppin west of the hemisphere

I jam like kalashnikov, on the porch like a pert dog

We only got a few left - Let The Record Show, We Get Around and Family Ties!
I've got them all compiled in this google doc... peep it <img src="https://www.putsonline.co.uk/forum/my-plugins/bb-smilies/pfunk/icon_cool.gif" title="8-)" class="bb_smilies" />

Redeemer

Double K:
Alright

Sample: "Hahaha, redeem"

Double K:
Give me a bass line, the brother don't waste time
Build up my funky credit, no I don't need a cosign
My time to shine is forever, too clever
Smoking out your city, I'm buying all your records
Checking out the dames, from left to right
Throwing on my lokes, see, sight
Puffing on the chalice like a kid love ice cream
Get on the wheels of steel, suckas act like a track team
Running but I'm gunning funnin' under the sun
The son of DJ Run and Adrock
Sample: "You don't stop"
Make music for old heads, fades, and dreads
Jumping off the stage, promoter calling the feds
Left without a trace, we mash up the place
And we came here tonight to get on your case
Krush Groovin', body movin', and we upon the dance
With the spliff of sincee and they call us the P

Chorus:
The U and the TS
Bulldozing your BS
Yo you done? God Bless
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here

U and the TS
Bulldozing your BS
Yo you done? God Bless
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here

Thes One
The P is Michelin star rated, typically R rated
The R is for real, relegated to pot shaded
But my hip hop family tree, man look at my lineage
A beautiful history, watch of rock off the innocence
A cultural emissary, schooled in the old ways
Double on the cut back and forth with some O' Jays
You got to give the people what they want, so we persevere
It's Thes a little <> here but west of the hemisphere
The duo on the trail, navigating by moonlight
Who's known to slam a pint and then break up a saloon fight?
With Marley on piano, watch me smile as we set it off
Continue to carry the torch until I can't hand it off
I jam like <>
Rap's Warner Herzog, the classical catalog
Seldomly celebrated but stay faded on a mixture
Of that Rain mixer with the funky break beat elixir
This for Jonathan Gold, this for Tony Bourdain
A couple real ones on that street level know what our name
Yo we the P, the U and the TS
Bulldozing your BS

Double K:
Yo you done?

Thes One:
God Bless

Chorus:
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here

The U and the TS
Bulldozing your BS
Yo you done? God Bless
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here
Two fingers in the air, peace and we outta here