People Under The Stairs - Anotha (BBQ) lyrics

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People Under The Stairs - Anotha (BBQ) lyrics

[Double K] Woke up feelin' good so it's thanks I give I never been shot, an never did a bid So I reckon it's the right day, after Friday So I call up my homes (yeah man, what chu' say?) I told me we bout to have a barbecue So pick up some ice and bring the chronic through The homegirls down the street went to the swap meet To get some more chicks they'll be back at three So we break out the bones and get to slappin' em down We got doo wah diddy pumping surround sound It's a lovely day and I feel like Bill Withers Food stacked on the plate, mad lunch and dinner The neighborhoods chilled as the sun goes down n***as getting tipsy and begin to clown But we all just laughin', eatin', coolin' Givin' high fives talking ‘bout the old schoolin' Sending B.G's to the store for blunts I dedicate this song to the first of the month We might wake up and try to do it again Yo that's how it goes down, that's the city I'm in. So- You bring the beef and I bring the brew Oh sh** anotha barbecue You bring the links and I bring the brew Oh sh** anotha barbecue You bring the wings and I bring the brew Oh sh** anotha barbecue You bring the ladies and I bring the brew Oh sh** anotha barbecue [Thes One] At my crib I got three barbecues One I keep upstairs for daily use But downstairs pumping out eighty thousand BPU's Don't get it confused I bring the beef to you (ay ay homie don't touch my grill) Got it under control Flip meat like I flip beats cooked with soul Only use the best ingredients available That's my word, they're cooking turds over Kings burch? Charcoal but ain't goin' out like that Tortilla's and corn and we can all get fat And if you want another plate, get you some more Hey, the dog'll eat whatever meat falls on the floor Empty handing you jack's back to the store, hit the shelf And don't bring back beer your gonna drink yourself Now putting Laser in the cooler, making the switch Then I see you drinking my Coopers, son of a b**h That's the ol' one-two but homie it's all good It's an L.A. thang and that's understood It's the same ol' barbecue, but man it's all good It's just an L.A. thang and that's understood so- You bring the beef and I bring the brew Oh sh** anotha barbecue You bring the links and I bring the brew Oh sh** anotha barbecue You bring the wings and I bring the brew Oh sh** anotha barbeque You bring the ladies and I bring the brew Oh sh** anotha barbecue Oh sh** anotha barbecue Oh sh** anotha barbecue Hey why you always having so many barbecues man? I mean it's good an all but oh sh** I'm sure you gonna have another one tomorrow, right, next week, week after that? What, you gonna make a song about it or something? Barbecue barbecue b-b-b-barbecue B-b-barbecue bar-de-de-bar-de-de-barbecue (Yeah) Yeah a b-b-barbecue Awww sh** anotha barbecue Bar-de-de-bar-de-bang-de-bang