Lyrics Enjoy - People Under The Stairs

Enjoy

C’mon, come on x4
You can do it, x4
Doo do-do-doo, doo do-do-doo
Woo woo woo woo
Damn
Ain’t that a party in there
Hey, ain’t nobody invite Gary
Fuck Gary
Yo
I drink, I smoke, I act a damn fool
Spike the punch, bring my own music
Throw the homie in the pool
And these chicks get harassed fo' sho'
Have the time of my life
And I’m going for broke
Whatcha drinkin' on playa
Man, rum and coke
I told this girl what I was drinking
Then I poured it down her throat
I’m on some Rick James shit tonight
Me and my Bone City Band
Bout' to stay all night
Fall asleep in your bed
Let your dog out the yard
Talk sex wit’cha' lady
Then I walk around hard
Wait a minute
Is that a pill I dropped
In someone’s drink
Man, I should stop
But I can’t, cause I’m on steroids and 'gnac
In the middle of the party
Busting Melle Mel raps
And the people get disgusted
Cause I changed my clothes
They don’t know where I did it
They just want me to
Go
But this one chick said
Enjoy yourself, get down, get down, a get down
And I got her on the ground
Did the Bobby Brown hump
Gave a peace sign, chump
Next time you wanna go crunk
All you gotta do is
Enjoy yourself
Enjoy yourself
A get down, get down
A get down, get down
Enjoy yourself
Enjoy yourself
A get down, get down
A get down, get down
Enjoy yourself
Enjoy yourself
A get down, get down
A get down, get down
Enjoy yourself
Aw, shit, fuck
Hey, somebody tell Todd
I think I broke his iPod
Tried to plug in my 8-track
A little Project Blowed, Project Runway
Project pads or Fatback
Doing the Moonwalk
I’m spilling my cognac
Hey, hey, where my homie at
Oh shit, my bad, my bad
I barged through the bathroom
She was changing her pad
I didn’t know this was your birthday
Threw some chips at your dad
I called Todd’s mom a cougar
I don’t think she was mad
Enjoy yourself
Like orange-label, drinking the black label
With Punjabis at the table
We the posse in the back
Me and the black Cartman smoking, yeah
Out your sister’s saxophone
Pouring out some King Cobra
In your mom’s washing machine
For all my homies who at home
We get drunk, get pissy like R. Kelly
I did a stupid dance
And I knocked over your television
Broke your Wii, aw
I tripped on the steps
Probably broke my knee, aw
I’m laughing so hard I shed tears
Cause her breath smell like 3 Musketeers
And I need some more beer
Woo, yeah
Enjoy yourself
Enjoy yourself
A get down, get down
A get down, get down
Enjoy yourself
Enjoy yourself
A get down, get down
A get down, get down
Enjoy yourself
Enjoy yourself
A get down, get down
A get down, get down
Enjoy yourself
Get down, get down x8
Shut up, bitch
Get down, get down
Enjoy yourself
A get down, get down, get down
Going somewhere
These men are international video pirates
Well, they won’t be playing video games
Where they’re going
Where’s my quarter