People Under The Stairs - Jamboree, Pt. 2 lyrics

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People Under The Stairs - Jamboree, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Background conversation] [Double K] The barbeque's done, I'm not sober Looking for some skin so I can get some (shut yo mouth) Alright, I mean come over and rub my back We can drink on this Bombay and smoke this sack But I don't have any phone numbers on hand And all the girls around here are cooling with their man Plan b: pour up another cup and erupt Yo Thes come get this drink (yo, I can't, I'm cleaning up) Man "I'm cleaning up" yo, later for that It's only midnight and this is where it's at Who wants some Parliament to reignite the night A couple more people arrive with Amstel Light "Who the f** are they?" I said with a slur They stepped into the light and all I seen was her You better watch that man. Yo, I'ma punch her man And dance around the room so I can kiss her hand But that approach wouldn't be civilized, right? So I sang "Flashlight"—The 12 inch version It seems like my liver is the only thing I'm hurting Blurting out obscenities seemed to be the remedy I'm sure these people around me want to get rid of me [Thes One] Dude this house is a mess (no it ain't man) Most everybody left Some didn't say bye, it's cool Only the crew's here Time to post-up there's a couple of beers Hey y'all cheers to a good night Another J they'd light They'll probably stay all night I'd rather that than they leave If they stumble to the door I'm surely taking their keys Hey grab a seat, we'll reminisce about those old times Like Aladdin's Castle, DJ Aladdin 2 Live Crew rhymes and 2-player Madden I guess it's kinda sad when its the end of the night The homie Bado[?] came back with some Amstel Light Now Mikey's beatboxing ba** lines to "Flashlight" They argue and laugh it's all funny to me I got all my homies drunk on my balcony I can feel myself fading as the story relayed About a DJ that played Maskaraid by Ace and Ab Rude I wake up like "dude LA's the sh**!" They all nod their heads, take another hit You might remember that H block sh** I feel myself fading, another hit [Drunk banter about making margaritas]