Lyrics Beer - People Under The Stairs

Beer

It was a friday night everybody was drinkin'
The ladies were upset cause the breath was stinkin'
And it won’t be long 'til we start to funk
Cause Double’s gonna get drunk buddy
Thes One’s gonna get drunk buddy
Everybody get drunk buddy
Crack the 40 who’s down to get plastered
I get the party started with the Arrogant Bastard
The homey stay stoned, the wifey get boned
I keep her ass pregnant, drive my drunk ass home
Cause she likes the beer like I like the brew
Pump the pony keg, refilling my 22
With the ales, pilsner, lager, or the stout
Hops 'til the party stops, I make the people shout
Call the cops, call his pops, somebody carry him home
Royalty at Bevmo, my party well-known
Got the Full Sail wholesale, not the Duvel
Sometime Chimay, yellin' like TIMMY!
You fellas keep it Stella, keep it domestic
My big old Fat Tire, time to get reckless
Wherever I’m at, yo the party’s right here
You like Ed Hardy, we like BEEER!
Now who wants a 40?
(we want a 40)
Who wants a quart?
(we want a quart)
You want a 32?
(NO!)
You want a whole keg?
(yeah!)
Well leave it up to me to start the party off right
Take shots from your cup
We gonna do it all night
Cause I like drinking 'til I can’t see
And if your in your right mind
Stay away from me
Anything from OE, to PBR, when it comes to getting drunk I’m a superstar
Got drunk in Japan (wah), drunk in front of my mom
Drank in front of the Alamo, smoking the bomb
You could feel a little woozy, I hurl in your 'cuzi
Threaten to shoot the party up with a toy uzi
To my kidneys and liver, your time is near
You like hanging on twitter
And we like beer
Word!
40-ounce in my lap and it’s cold as hell!
Can’t stop won’t stop drinkin' on a pop top
I get drunk cause, I get drunk
Because this here’s a beer song for dudes who like beer
Yo, you don’t like beer?
Get the fuck out of here!
No really man, I think you should go home
You poured me a beer and my beverage was all foam and Keystone
The liquor store connoisseur who’s well known
At the San Franciscan, looking like Snake Plissken, Detroit ghetto blaster,
Racer #5, even Yuengling keep the party alive
Shiner Bock?
Rock?
and Lost Abbey Road, Lagunitas
And what have we, the dude sud savvy
I’m rude plus crabby 'til I strap one on the Good Cheer
I’ll fuck you up in beer pong right here
Yeah, get my twist like new years
You like TMZ, we like beer
UNDERSTAND!
(fucker)
When I was 17, I asked an old man
To take a couple quarters and buy me a tall can
Back then, it’s all about 8-ball, St. Ides
Good brew hanging out with my crew
Sometimes we’d get the Night train or the Thunderchicken
I thought it would pass, the nigga’s still sippin'
I go hard, like when I first wake up (boing)
Crack a cold one, and pour that shit in my cup
Now here comes the madness, the night like Gladys
Call me dyno-wino, see I’m the badest
Word to Cash, this bud’s for you
They should put me with the monkeys down in LA zoo
And you can come see me, for a small fee
Watch me get drunk with my family
You could take it to the bridge I take it to the fridge
Make sure it’s real quiet, so I could hear the fizz
When you see me in public, know my bottle is near
Ya’ll niggas like tight pants, we like beer
Hip Hop shooby doo bop
Ya' don’t stop