Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song At The House, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song Highlighter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2012
Record label: Piecelock 70
Song language: English
At The House |
I might call your spot pumpin' if you got crushed ice |
In a styrofoam cup with the refill rights |
So homie no time to chill we got places to try |
I gotta find some grilled onions and a large side of fries |
Some guys are mad smart, some guys are tough dudes |
But me and my homies we mostly care about food |
Got spots to peruse and never choosin' McDonald’s |
I’m talkin Al’s cheesteaks, Dino’s and Chano’s |
Tommy’s on Pico, Hi-Life in Pasadena |
Man and Lucky Boy too and I can’t forget Arena |
Wilson Burger by PCH in Hawthorne |
And right around the corner is Y-Not, it’s awesome |
Melrose got Astro’s and that’s that |
I only mess with Fat Burger if your fries are fat |
Now Whittier you got Ruby’s they’re renowned for their shakes |
It’s like the Claim Jumper pilin up the food on your plate |
Wait, now better yet let me tell you 'bout that Busy Bee |
You get the Belly Buster-the chicken or the pastrami |
Tommy’s on the late night, Eat Well for breakfast |
And Fritto Misto with my lady-gnocchi's the best dish |
Shout to Papadakis, Lighthouse and a Waffle House |
Fantastic Cafe and Pronto they rule the South |
Word to your mouth until the next Phillippe’s |
Yo I’m out on the streets looking for something to eat |
(Double K) |
When I’m chillin' I’d rather be grillin |
Gimme a plate of the flavor and Mike starts stealin' |
Now if I ain’t squeezin lemon on the roast chicken |
I’m jumpin on the row like the fast food villain |
Burgers I be killin, tomatoes and all |
I be coolin in the food court of your favorite mall |
Buyin' brunch like it was weight, throw it in the back of the trunk |
I’m off to Tom’s #2 to get me some lunch |
Ten beef tacos, señor. |
Extra cheese |
And the chips that you got at the store, lookie here |
Now I just passed Oki-Dog, I’m headed toward Lucy’s |
Passed the Roscoe’s-they can keep them waffles |
In the distance I see a place they call El Rey |
Home of the garbage burrito and if not then hit Benito’s |
Taquitos for days and a big bag of Lay’s |
Wash it down with a soft drink, hmm, let me think |
I head down west to the A-1 Burger |
Where the french fries are fresh and you might get murdered |
Or what about Johnny’s pastramis and shakes |
So you can hit Chabelita’s for the midnight break |
After the club spend a dub and you can feed your crew |
On any given day this is what I might do |
Go place a order, then wait, pick it up |