Jamboree Pt. 2 - People Under The Stairs

The barbeque’s done, I’m not sober

Looking for some skin so I can get some (shut yo mouth)

Alright, I mean come over and rub my back

We can drink on this Bombay and smoke this sack

But I don’t have any phone numbers on hand

And all the girls around here are cooling with their man

Plan b: pour up another cup and erupt

Yo Thes come get this drink (yo, I can’t, I’m cleaning up)

Man «I'm cleaning up» yo, later for that

It’s only midnight and this is where it’s at

Who wants some Parliament to reignite the night

A couple more people arrive with Amstel Light

«Who the fuck are they?»

I said with a slur

They stepped into the light and all I seen was her

You better watch that man.

Yo, I’ma punch her man

And dance around the room so I can kiss her hand

But that approach wouldn’t be civilized, right?

So I sang «Flashlight"—The 12 inch version

It seems like my liver is the only thing I’m hurting

Blurting out obscenities seemed to be the remedy

I’m sure these people around me want to get rid of me

Dude this house is a mess (no it ain’t man)

Most everybody left

Some didn’t say bye, it’s cool

Only the crew’s here

Time to post-up there’s a couple of beers

Hey y’all cheers to a good night

Another J they’d light

They’ll probably stay all night I’d rather that than they leave

If they stumble to the door I’m surely taking their keys

Hey grab a seat, we’ll reminisce about those old times

Like Aladdin’s Castle, DJ Aladdin

2 Live Crew rhymes and 2-player Madden

I guess it’s kinda sad when its the end of the night

The homie Bado came back with some Amstel Light

Now Mikey’s beatboxing bass lines to «Flashlight»

They argue and laugh it’s all funny to me

I got all my homies drunk on my balcony

I can feel myself fading as the story relayed

About a DJ that played

Maskaraid by Ace and Ab Rude

I wake up like «dude LA’s the shit!»

They all nod their heads, take another hit

You might remember that H block shit

I feel myself fading, another hit