Enjoy - People Under The Stairs

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