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Correct Mid-City Fiesta Lyrics
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People Under The Stairs
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Correct 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 be -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 be -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....awww shit
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