Anotha' (BBQ) Lyrics & Tabs by People Under the Stairs
Anotha' (BBQ)
guitar chords lyrics
(Double K)
Woke up feelin’ good so it’s thanks I give
I never been shot, I never did a bid
So I reckon it’s the right day, after Friday
So I call up my holmes (yeah man, what chu say?)
I told me we bout to have a barbeque
So pick up some ice and bring the chronic through
The homegirls down the street went to the swap meet
To get some more chicks they’ll be back at three
So we break out the bones and we be slappin’ em down
We got world wide (titties?) pumping surround sound
It’s a lovely day and I feel like Bill Withers
Food stacked on the plate, mad lunch and dinner
The neighbourhoods chilled as the sun goes down
Niggas getting crazy and the game is crowned
Food stacked on the plate, mad lunch and dinner
The neighbourhoods chilled as the sun goes down
Niggas getting crazy and the game is crowned
For we all just laughin’, eatin’, coolin’
Givin’ high fives talking ‘bout the old schoolin’
Sippin’ EB’s til we score the blunts
I dedicate this song to the first of the month
We might wake up and try to do it again
Yo that’s how it goes down, it’s the city I’m in so-
You bring the beef and I bring the brew
Oh shit another barbeque
You bring the (lynx?) and I bring the brew
Oh shit another barbeque
You bring the wings and I bring the brew
Oh shit another barbeque
You bring the ladies and I bring the brew
Oh shit another barbeque
(Thes One)
At my crib I got three barbeques
One I keep upstairs for daily use
But downstairs pumping out eighty thousand BPU’s
Don’t get it confused I bring the beef to you
(ay ay homie don’t touch my grill) Got it under control
Flip meat like I flip beats cooked with salt
Only use the best ingredients available
That’s my word, you’re taking turns over Kingsbridge
Charcoal? going out like that
Tortilla’s and corn and we can all get fat
And if you want another plate, I’ll get you some more
Hey, the dog’ll eat whatever meat falls on the floor
Empty handed you jack back to the store, if it’s shut
And don’t bring back beer you’ll only drink yourself
Then put a (laser?) in the cooler, making the switch
Then I see you drinking my Coopers, son of a bitch
That’s the oh-one-two but homie it’s all good
It’s an L.A. thang and that’s understood
It’s the same ol’ barebeque, but man it’s all good
It’s just an L.A. thang and that’s understood so-
You bring the beef and I bring the brew
Oh shit another barbeque
You bring the (lynx?) and I bring the brew
Oh shit another barbeque
You bring the wings and I bring the brew
Oh shit another barbeque
You bring the ladies and I bring the brew
Oh shit another barbeque
Oh shit another barbeque
Oh shit another barbeque
Hey why you always having so many barbeques man?
I mean it’s good an all but oh shit
I’m sure you gonna have another one tomorrow, right, next week, week after that.
What, you gonna make a song about it or something?
Barbeque barbeque b-b-b-barbeque
B-b-barbeque bar-de-de-bar-de-de-barbeque
Yeah a b-b-barbeque
Oh shit another barbeque
Bar-de-de-bar-de-bang-de-bang
