We'll Be There
People Under the Stairs Lyrics


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Stomp ya feet, and clap ya hands
'Cause you're listening to the sounds of the P-Funk band
Ain't nothing new in what we do, 'cause we doing it all just for you
Stomp ya feet, and clap ya hands
'Cause you're listening to the sounds of the Sure Shot band
Ain't nothing new in what we do, 'cause we doing it all just for you
Uh to the...
Qualifying, rectifying, rocking 'til the day we dying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
(repeats)

C'mon Double
Check it out, people, I'm so glad you're here
I want my peoples in the front, my peoples in the rear
To let go of your troubles, grab a chair, and cool out
Turn up the stereo, light up the blunt, and crack the Guiness Stout
(Mike, you don't drink that!) Yeah, but it rhymed
And I'mma keep going, flowing like the river, little nigga
Since 1987, I've been putting in work
Like a single mother serving suckas, and makin 'em jerks
Big fluid when I do it, everybody say "go"
The cut creator of the hood, and already a pro
Smoking up the fat grams and slam like Big Show
Or Bam Bigelow to party down with the hoes
Until the crack of dawn, and don't nobody dare yawn
"Word up!" to Sanchez and the little homie rhymed
Right now, we on some wine-light, violin type
Make the beats late night, so they come out and act right
And put a kick in your eardrum, yo, you should expect
Nothing but the fly shit when we rocking your set
Damn right, it's Thes One and Double K one time
Lay back with a cool one, so let's do one, ya get it?
I'm like "with it" when it comes to being hip
Hang out with old dudes that's rude, and talk shit
Close down on your rookies like your ladies at bedtime
Next time you wanna rhyme, throw this into rewind
And realize the real lives and the dope shit being given
It's a privilege like your left turned herb, ya heard
Now I'mma chill with my blunt and Guiness, let the track speak
To all the stupid-ass people undermining the street
Yeah, I know what that was, when I "street," I mean "real"
The People Under the Gangsta Steps, serving your thrill

Qualifying, rectifying, rocking 'til the day we dying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
Let's rock!
Let's rock!

The type of family beat, horns with an age limit of like 38 and older
For old dudes, who pulled dames with game like a Pee Chee folder
For 40 holders, twist, tap, and drop the cap when you feel it
Non-sober sounds better, a sort-of a sweater-wearing groove
Got you feeling the jazz and make you wanna move
(On to the next brew!) 'Bout to crack a new 32
Shout going to my crew and especially (Yahoo!)
Andre, Brandon, Paul, Anthony, Mike, and me
Who can't stand new music, rather bump the JB's
And stay ill, changing DATs, pushing rocks up a hill
Stupid sissy (Hush that fuss!) Ay-yo, chill!
Smoking beedis, hanging out the window sill, watching the moon
Writing rhymes, making beats, waking up at noon
Digging up old tunes, that's the life for me
And chilling with my best friend whose name is MPC
So, Mike, please see if my track is going to tape
I gotta about a million rhymes, and I don't know their fate
So one way or another, brother, I promise they'll get heard
Yo, this is just the second LP, you can count on a third, word
And that's all I got, before I go, I gotta give a shout
To Yuyo, Juan Carlos and Tino, Remi, Miguel, and Grenjes, mi primos
I'mma end this with Enola, I'm out drinking all the Inca Cola's with rum
So get in the streets and act dumb (Says right here)
People Under The Stairs, set rhymes to stun
(Y'all niggas is out?) Aww, man, baby, don't trip
The record's not over, man, all you gotta do is flip...

Qualifying, rectifying, rocking 'til the day we dying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying




Let's rock!
Let's rock!

Overall Meaning

The song "We'll Be There" by People Under the Stairs is an upbeat, lighthearted track that celebrates music, friendship, and the joys of life. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song, inviting listeners to join in the fun and enjoy the sounds of the P-Funk and Sure Shot bands. The chorus repeats the phrase "qualifying, rectifying, rocking 'til the day we dying" to emphasize the band's commitment to their craft and their fans. The verses are filled with clever wordplay, pop culture references, and personal anecdotes that showcase the duo's skill as rappers.


The first verse of the song sets up the premise of the track, with the MCs encouraging their listeners to dance and clap along to the music. They acknowledge that their sound isn't groundbreaking or revolutionary, but it's still worth listening to because it's created with love and dedication. The second verse is more personal, with the singers inviting their listeners to hang out and chill with them. They drop references to old-school hip hop legends like Big Daddy Kane and the JB's, and they express their disdain for mainstream music.


The overall message of the song is one of camaraderie and positivity. The band wants their listeners to know that they're always there for them, through thick and thin. Whether they're celebrating or commiserating, the band will be by their side, providing the soundtrack to their lives. The catchy chorus reinforces this message, driving home the fact that the band is committed to their fans and their artistry.


Line by Line Meaning

Stomp ya feet, and clap ya hands
Get up and dance!


'Cause you're listening to the sounds of the P-Funk band
Enjoy the funky, groovy sound of the music


Ain't nothing new in what we do, 'cause we doing it all just for you
We're making music for our fans


'Cause you're listening to the sounds of the Sure Shot band
Enjoy the music of the talented musicians in the band


Qualifying, rectifying, rocking 'til the day we dying
We're always working to improve our craft and will continue to make music until the end of our days


Every time you're screaming, crying, we'll be there with no denying
We'll be there for our fans no matter what


C'mon Double
Addressing his bandmate, Double K


Check it out, people, I'm so glad you're here
Thanking the crowd for coming out to see them perform


I want my peoples in the front, my peoples in the rear
Asking the crowd to make room for everyone


To let go of your troubles, grab a chair, and cool out
Relax and forget your problems


Turn up the stereo, light up the blunt, and crack the Guiness Stout
Enjoy the music with your favorite drink and smoke


(Mike, you don't drink that!) Yeah, but it rhymed
Admitting to rhyming for the sake of rhyming


And I'mma keep going, flowing like the river, little nigga
The music will keep going, flowing continuously


Since 1987, I've been putting in work
Been making music since way back in the day


Like a single mother serving suckas, and makin 'em jerks
Working hard and taking care of business


Big fluid when I do it, everybody say "go"
Effortlessly making great music


The cut creator of the hood, and already a pro
A skilled musician and producer


Smoking up the fat grams and slam like Big Show
Smoking weed and partying hard


Or Bam Bigelow to party down with the hoes
Having a good time with the ladies


Until the crack of dawn, and don't nobody dare yawn
Staying up all night and having fun


"Word up!" to Sanchez and the little homie rhymed
Shout out to the audience and fellow musicians


Right now, we on some wine-light, violin type
Music is smooth and expressive


Make the beats late night, so they come out and act right
Making music for late night vibes


And put a kick in your eardrum, yo, you should expect
Music is meant to be hard and hit you in the ear


Nothing but the fly shit when we rocking your set
Only the best music will be played during the show


Damn right, it's Thes One and Double K one time
Proud of the work they've done and who they are


Lay back with a cool one, so let's do one, ya get it?
Relax and enjoy the sound of the music


I'm like "with it" when it comes to being hip
Cool and into the latest trends


Hang out with old dudes that's rude, and talk shit
Hang out with older guys who are cool and talk trash


Close down on your rookies like your ladies at bedtime
Not showing mercy to new artists


Next time you wanna rhyme, throw this into rewind
Listen to this song to be inspired for your next rap


And realize the real lives and the dope shit being given
Understand that this music is authentic and amazing


It's a privilege like your left turned herb, ya heard
Being able to enjoy this music is a privilege


Now I'mma chill with my blunt and Guiness, let the track speak
Relaxing while the music plays


To all the stupid-ass people undermining the street
To critics who don't understand the value of street music


Yeah, I know what that was, when I "street," I mean "real"
Referring to the authenticity of street music


The People Under the Gangsta Steps, serving your thrill
The musicians making this music are serving the audience


Let's rock!
Let's keep the music going!


The type of family beat, horns with an age limit of like 38 and older
The music is timeless and appeals to an older crowd


For old dudes, who pulled dames with game like a Pee Chee folder
For older guys who are smooth with the ladies


For 40 holders, twist, tap, and drop the cap when you feel it
For the older people who know how to party


Non-sober sounds better, a sort-of a sweater-wearing groove
The music sounds better when you're not sober


Got you feeling the jazz and make you wanna move
The music is jazzy and makes you want to dance


(On to the next brew!) 'Bout to crack a new 32
Time to grab another drink and keep the party going


Shout going to my crew and especially (Yahoo!)
Giving a shoutout to his friends and fans


Andre, Brandon, Paul, Anthony, Mike, and me
Listing his friends and crew members


Who can't stand new music, rather bump the JB's
They prefer old school music over new music


And stay ill, changing DATs, pushing rocks up a hill
Working hard and playing great music


Stupid sissy (Hush that fuss!) Ay-yo, chill!
Mocking people who criticize their music


Smoking beedis, hanging out the window sill, watching the moon
Relaxing and enjoying life


Writing rhymes, making beats, waking up at noon
Working on music and keeping their own schedule


Digging up old tunes, that's the life for me
Finding and enjoying classic music


And chilling with my best friend whose name is MPC
Relaxing and making music with his equipment


So, Mike, please see if my track is going to tape
Asking his friend to help him with his music


I gotta about a million rhymes, and I don't know their fate
He has many songs he's written but doesn't know what will happen to them


So one way or another, brother, I promise they'll get heard
He's determined to make sure his music is heard


Yo, this is just the second LP, you can count on a third, word
Promising more albums are on the way


And that's all I got, before I go, I gotta give a shout
Ending the song and giving one last shoutout


To Yuyo, Juan Carlos and Tino, Remi, Miguel, and Grenjes, mi primos
Shoutout to more friends and family


I'mma end this with Enola, I'm out drinking all the Inca Cola's with rum
Ending the song with a cheers and celebrating with a drink


So get in the streets and act dumb (Says right here)
Go out and have fun and act silly


People Under The Stairs, set rhymes to stun
The group is talented and their music is amazing


(Y'all niggas is out?) Aww, man, baby, don't trip
The song is over and the group will be back again


The record's not over, man, all you gotta do is flip...
Encouraging the audience to keep listening to the music




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRIS PORTUGAL, MIKE TURNER

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Comments from YouTube:

Tim Hiley

Rest Peacefully Double K 😢 thank you for the dope music

Th3rd 3ar Plan3t Radio

I just found out. This song put me on to them back in 2003 on a 411vm skateboard dvd.

bruce randall

After watching Thes ones tribute to Double K i was in tears. When he played the sample for this (howard roberts- more today than yesterday) i was couldnt just feel the pain he was going through. Thank you people under the stairs for making this music. Was lucky enough to see you live calgary. Never seen a duo rock a show like these guys could

Rahsaan Thomas

This joint closed out the album perfectly..

Erik Gutierrez

Never got to seem them live. This track always makes my fuckin day bro. Always rocked w the P.

siordamc

I loved this song the minute i heard it & will forever be my favorite off the cd. One time for my man Double K

"We qualify, rectify, rock it to the way we die & every time you scream & cry, we'll be here with no denying" 🤘🏽

Jay Qsamo

Rest in peace king. Can't believe it... 💔✨🌹

BloodLine Recordings

Hip Hop isn't dead it's just hiding under the stairs

Prince Ekeson

Pabst exorcism Well said. 👍👌💯 #facts

Mark Samuelsen

The vocal sample is Treacherous Three - New Rap Language. It's in the very beginning of the song. PUTS also uses it in Step Bacc. The lyric is "we qualify, rectify, rock it to the day we die, and every time you scream and cry, we'll be here with no denying."

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