Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mid-City Fiesta , by - People Under The Stairs. Song from the album The Next Step, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.10.1999
Record label: Om
Song language: English
Mid-City Fiesta |
| I was chillin at the crib about 12 o clock |
| When Thes Love called up, he knew a party we could rock |
| Sometime around 8, yo we can’t be late |
| (Thes One) |
| So straight I’ll pick you up at seven, dig inside the crate |
| And find a fresh plate to rotate to make the b-boys get aches |
| And me and you, the super MC’s to get the cake |
| (Double K) |
| Word up! |
| I called the posse, we can all roll out, |
| Cause once we step up in the party, yo we make the ladies shout |
| People Under the Stairs, yeah and you know we got the clout |
| Packed up my records, rolled up the blunt |
| (Thes One) |
| I got out the black book, tried to call up this stunt |
| She wasn’t home, so I paged her, left the celly on roam |
| And we out to the night, right on Pico |
| Rolled down the street, stopped at the red light |
| (Double K) |
| Kept on going, made a right on Sierra Bonita, |
| Yo Thes, where’s your fake ID? |
| Ya know we need a Little bit of liquor for the night |
| (Thes One) |
| I was born in 1974! |
| (Double K) |
| Yeah, right! |
| (Thes One) |
| Word! |
| Corona represent just enough to get me screamin |
| Like them other latin brothers whose intoxicated demon’s |
| Tape bumps lovely, we keep it goin, ain’t mine on deck |
| The backseat complete, goin and goin |
| (Double K) |
| Turned up the beats and hopped on the ten |
| Talkin lot about the pigeons that we bout to see again |
| Yo I’m tryin to stop drinkin, but nigga pass the cup! |
| This fool Thes is freestylin, almost passed the exit up |
| (Thes One) |
| Because the drinkin and drivin’s a guaranteed no no Cause with the bottle in my hand, it’s fuckin up my rhyme flow |
| I went right, kinda slow, at the bottom of the ramp |
| Ten car caravan, undisputed champion |
| (Double K) |
| Pulled up to the place, had to find a parking space |
| This ugly bitch was looking at us so I give the gas face |
| (Thes One) |
| Hey yo, her friends was butt too but they jocked this big crew |
| Told the bitch to jump in the jeep, I’ll take you to the zoo |
| (Double K) |
| Ha ha! |
| Word |
| Her head was all big |
| They should’ve been at the zoo though |
| Got up to the line (five dollars please!) |
| Oh we’re with the DJ (nope, five dollars please!) |
| Bitch, we’re with the DJ (FIVE DOLLARS PLEASE!) |
| I’ma have to beat your ass |
| (alright just let me stamp your hand, get in there!) |
| I was the first one in and the crew was behind |
| So I kept on walkin, couldn’t waste no time |
| Bumped into this white guy that I knew |
| He offered me a brew, I was like fuck it Took it to the head, now I’m through |
| So he laughed, rolled another one up This fool Thes is pushin it, puttin gin in my cup |
| Now I’m toked back, can’t walk worth shit |
| He lamp lit the J and I hit that shit |
| Took about a hundred pulls, at least that’s how it felt |
| Chillin with my boy, at least that’s how it felt |
| Realized I was buggin then I saw Mike’s pops |
| When I decide to spark the beedie and relaxed at the spot |
| Yo, to the DJ, throw on 2Pac |
| I walked back in and showed the stamp, felt like I was shot |
| Oh my God! |
| Saw this brown skinned cutie |
| With a big booty, titties big as hell, looked like Tootie |
| Hey girl, how you doin, oh shit I looked back |
| My nigga Thes is on the mic about to bust another rap |
| Yo, this fool Thes, |
| Ay man you bout to rap huh |
| (Hey is that Thes?) |
| Do it do it! |
| (Thes One) |
| Mic Check one two, how do you do, I’m Thes! |
| The party honored guest cause the crew gets blessed |
| Never have I stressed, ask my man J Quest |
| I rock the mic possessed when the beat’s compressed |
| I rotate grills or analogs at best |
| It’s the true B-Boy and that always gets respect |
| Pass the Corona, keep two in the icechest |
| Pull a girl like a plug cause I’m finessed |
| Find me when I seem sexually represesed |
| I treat em really good til they get obsessed |
| They actin kinda funny and they get bloodtests |
| If they actin ill I go and take the next best |
| You MC’s be rappin funny, I’m not impressed |
| Standin like products of parental incest |
| But son, my tape’s for sale so I hope you invest |
| Sunny up on skills, that’s what I suggest |
| If you think you’re fresh, you catch a litmus test |
| Drop some fresh rhymes, that is my request |
| You got no heart, let me lay you down to rest |
| I invoke the hiphop citizen’s arrest |
| My name is… yo man |
| (Double K) |
| Hey that fool done kicked the cord out! |
| (Thes One) |
| Plug me back in yo! |
| (Double K) |
| Ay, what’s up? |
| What’s up? |
| Man, fuck these motherfuckers |
| (Voice in the background) |
| Party’s over, |
| Everyone out of my house! |
| (Double K) |
| Yo Thes, yo, ay I’m fucked up, |
| I’m fucked up, I can’t… yo I can’t walk… awww shit |