Suite for Beaver, Pt. 1 Lyrics & Tabs by People Under the Stairs
Suite for Beaver, Pt. 1
guitar chords lyrics
Mike, Mike pick up the phone man
This is Roscoe, down here at the club punk
Come on man I'm throwin' a party tonight, man ya got ta be there man
I don't want to hear none of your shit. We gonna have ladies
We gonna have a whole lot of drinks, we gonna clean ya table off
For ya too man
I told ya boy, he said he was comin' down there man just
Get on in to it man you know?
Don't be sittin' around, lookin' like you a clown man
Get on down here and party down
Shit, see ya later man
This old man, tryn' to party, shit man I'm tryn' to go chill man
Get my smoke on, make it a couple weeks man, not dealin' with shit
You know what I'm sayin' man? I don't even feel like partyin' man
It's just last time I partied man, motha fuckers throwin' up
Get my smoke on, make it a couple weeks man, not dealin' with shit
You know what I'm sayin' man? I don't even feel like partyin' man
It's just last time I partied man, motha fuckers throwin' up
Motha fuckers fightin' and shit, DJ was whack
Damn bout to party by myself man. Just sit back here and chill out
Smoke a little dope
Maybe I'll just chill out and let him see what's
Goin on a lil later, you know? What?
I'mma take out the trash in a minute man, leave me alone
I live an analog lifestyle, sometimes it's wild
I wake up to see the sun to hear my thoughts start to pile up
Man it's rough bein' a young cool man
Don't want to hear nobody tryn' to tell me what they thinkin' and
Thinkin' and shammin', thinkin' that they jammin' and not
It's a hot day, so I proceed to go my way
Out of contact, turn up the beats and start to zone out
The phones ringin', I knock the phone out
I'm bout to thrown out, I need a little ism for my Friday
Hit my nigga up, told him I'm on my way
But before I got where I was goin', pages started flowin'
This freak from around the way, the bitch was mind blowin'
But no time for her, I'm on some cool out shit
Coped my bag, hit the pad, sit back and watch the loops flip
I'm in the middle of a head nod when all the sudden
The power went off, soon as I hit the kick button
Now, Double K ain't afraid of no ghost and I know
I ain't trippin' on this Bombay smoke
I'm about to post and keep blowin' until my mind is shut
But yo, that was real weak right there
It's been on of those weeks, stressed infrequently
Scrougin' up money, payin' rent in DWP
My girl mood swingin', actin' funny, didn't test her
Left for the studio but broke a compressor
Rock the show on Tuesday, promoter didn't pay me
Said y'all never work again, and this here city of L.A
So the middle finger I flip and then my jeans rip
I order jumbo jack but they gave me fish and chips
That was last night and now I'm like ready to drink
Forget the dirty laundry and the dishes in the sink
Cuz the party life is like nuthin' else and if ya got a lotta problems
Put your shit on the shelf and let yaself go, I felt no
Worries as I slid out south to Crescent Heights where the Double stay
Hit out on the block and I arrive
Walk in, jive talkin', slappin' the five
It's time for the party life
Yeah, you know I'm bout to go out tonight, me and Chris
Yeah Chris that I rap with, yeah that guy
Yeah we gon, we gon go down to this club tonight and probably hang out
I be home a little later on. Yeah, yeah I fed the dogs
Yeah, yeah I cleaned up. Yeah I quit. Ok. Yeah I'll be back
Yeah we partyin' tonight, we partyin' alright, I'll see you later
What up Double? Yo that's a dope beat
Man I heard there was a spot, poppin' off down the street
We could crash and smash a free long island iced tea
Heard the bartender is a fan of the P
Haaa, sounds like a mother, my brother
Let me get my smashes, wait til my t-shirts clean
We can ride up the block, time choice with big hat (???)
Steady sippin' here mumblin', man what's that
I think I hit a little somethin' just to wet my whistle
Don't touch the silver bullet, I'm drinkin' the miller missile
And I reminisce a little bout the days of old
When I used to drink it all down or so I'm told
But whatever I start the car, raise the break lever
Never swerve, pull up to the club, we hit the curb
Damn man, what the fuck you doin' man?
Shit, drinkin' and drivin' boy
You know how we do it man, lets go
Go on in there and cool out you know
Yeah, you got your wallet? You saw the Lakers yesterday right?
Haha, Mike, hey what's up Mike and Chris
What's goin' down man?
Big Al what's up boy?
Man you know just been doin' it tonight right fellas?
We got these drinks together
We got these ladies and tables all cleaned off
Man let's come on in here and party tonight man, come on
