Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anotha' (BBQ) , by - People Under The Stairs. Song from the album Fun DMC, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.05.2019
Record label: Piecelock 70
Song language: English
Anotha' (BBQ) |
| 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 |
| Niggas getting tipsy and begin to clown |
| But we all just laughin', eatin', coolin' |
| Givin' high fives talking ‘bout the old schoolin' |
| Sending BGs 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’ll bring the brew |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| You bring the links and I’ll bring the brew |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| You bring the wings and I’ll bring the brew |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| You bring the ladies and I’ll bring the brew |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| At my crib I got three barbecues |
| One I keep upstairs for daily use |
| But downstairs pumping out eighty thousand BTUs |
| 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 Kingsford |
| Charcoal but ain’t goin' out like that |
| Tortillas 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 handed new jacks 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 bitch |
| 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’ll bring the brew |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| You bring the links and I’ll bring the brew |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| You bring the wings and I’ll bring the brew |
| Oh shit anotha barbeque |
| You bring the ladies and I’ll bring the brew |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| Oh shit anotha barbecue |
| Hey why you always having so many barbecues man? |
| I mean it’s good an all but oh shit |
| 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 shit anotha barbecue |
| Bar-de-de-bar-de-bang-de-bang |