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    Текст песни People Under The Stairs - Mid City Fiesta

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    (Double K)
    I was chillin at the crib about 12 o clock
    When Thes Love called up he knew a party we could rock
    Sometime around 8 yo we can't be late

    (Thes One)
    So straight I'll pick you up at seven dig inside the crate
    And find a fresh plate to rotate to make the b boys get aches
    And me and you the super MC's to get the cake

    (Double K)
    Word up! I called the posse we can all roll out,
    Cause once we step up in the party, yo we make the ladies shout
    People Under the Stairs, yeah and you know we got the clout
    Packed up my records, rolled up the blunt

    (Thes One)
    I got out the black book, tried to call up this stunt
    She wasn't home, so I paged her, left the celly on roam
    And we out to the night, right on Pico
    Rolled down the street, stopped at the red light

    (Double K)
    Kept on going, made a right on Sierra Bonita,
    Yo Thes, where's your fake ID? Ya know we need a
    Little bit of liquor for the night

    (Thes One)
    I was born in 1974!

    (Double K)
    Yeah, right!

    (Thes One)
    Word! Corona represent just enough to get me screamin
    Like them other latin brothers whose intoxicated demon's
    Tape bumps lovely, we keep it goin, ain't mine on deck
    The backseat complete, goin and goin

    (Double K)
    Turned up the beats and hopped on the ten
    Talkin lot about the pigeons that we bout to see again
    Yo I'm tryin to stop drinkin, but nigga pass the cup!
    This fool Thes is freestylin, almost passed the exit up

    (Thes One)
    Because the drinkin and drivin's a guaranteed no no
    Cause with the bottle in my hand, it's fuckin up my rhyme flow
    I went right, kinda slow, at the bottom of the ramp
    Ten car caravan, undisputed champion

    (Double K)
    Pulled up to the place, had to find a parking space
    This ugly bitch was looking at us so I give the gas face

    (Thes One)
    Hey yo, her friends was butt too but they jocked this big crew
    Told the bitch to jump in the jeep, I'll take you to the zoo

    (Double K)
    Ha ha! Word
    Her head was all big
    They should've been at the zoo though

    Got up to the line (five dollars please!)
    Oh we're with the DJ (nope, five dollars please!)
    Bitch, we're with the DJ (FIVE DOLLARS PLEASE!)
    I'ma have to beat your ass
    (alright just let me stamp your hand, get in there!)

    I was the first one in and the crew was behind
    So I kept on walkin, couldn't waste no time
    Bumped into this white guy that I knew
    He offered me a brew, I was like fuck it
    Took it to the head, now I'm through
    So he laughed, rolled another one up
    This fool Thes is pushin it, puttin gin in my cup
    Now I'm toked back, can't walk worth shit
    He lamp lit the J and I hit that shit
    Took about a hundred pulls, at least that's how it felt
    Chillin with my boy, at least that's how it felt
    Realized I was buggin then I saw Mike's pops
    When I decide to spark the beedie and relaxed at the spot
    Yo, to the DJ, throw on 2Pac
    I walked back in and showed the stamp, felt like I was shot
    Oh my God! Saw this brown skinned cutie
    With a big booty, titties big as hell, looked like Tootie
    Hey girl, how you doin, oh shit I looked back
    My nigga Thes is on the mic about to bust another rap

    Yo, this fool Thes,
    Ay man you bout to rap huh
    (Hey is that Thes?)
    Do it do it!

    (Thes One)
    Mic Check one two, how do you do, I'm Thes!
    The party honored guest cause the crew gets blessed
    Never have I stressed, ask my man J Quest
    I rock the mic possessed when the beat's compressed
    I rotate grills or analogs at best
    It's the true B-Boy and that always gets respect
    Pass the Corona, keep two in the icechest
    Pull a girl like a plug cause I'm finessed
    Find me when I seem sexually represesed
    I treat em really good til they get obsessed
    They actin kinda funny and they get bloodtests
    If they actin ill I go and take the next best
    You MC's be rappin funny, I'm not impressed
    Standin like products of parental incest
    But son, my tape's for sale so I hope you invest
    Sunny up on skills, that's what I suggest
    If you think you're fresh, you catch a litmus test
    Drop some fresh rhymes, that is my request
    You got no heart, let me lay you down to rest
    I invoke the hiphop citizen's arrest
    My name is.... yo man

    (Double K)
    Hey that fool done kicked the cord out!

    (Thes One)
    Plug me back in yo!

    (Double K)
    Ay, what's up? What's up?
    Man, fuck these motherfuckers

    (Voice in the background)
    Party's over,
    Everyone out of my house!

    (Double K)
    Yo Thes, yo, ay I'm fucked up,
    I'm fucked up, I can't... yo I can't walk....ashit
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