Beer - People Under The Stairs

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