People Under the Stairs - Trippin' At The Disco

[Thes One:] My city, are you wit’ me? Jump around the floor and get busy Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco My city, are you wit’ me? Jump around the floor and get busy Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco [Double K:] Ho! Right now, on the mic tonight Young handsome brotha on the disco hype Got the butterfly collar and the skins to match Ten crates in the booth, got a break to catch Skills needed to apply, dress chic and be denied Pay the cover and fly, everybody’s gettin high Please don’t ask why, see the ladies get tipped While the cheeba get lit, y’all, here’s another hit [Thes One:] Oh, party people, let’s set it off tonight Tip the bartender, keep the dance floor tight Young ladies in the house ([Q-Tip sample:] Oh, my God!) Turn it up, y’all, protocol: up off the wall ‘til the last call Last pint, ([Sung sample:] Last night!), change it all You keep moving like your wedding night Mike’s sweating, light-headed, like too much hype, you wipe your brow Hey, bartender, I think I need a shot right now Do you have the Jägermeister? ([Sung sample:] Oh, yeah!) [Double K:] Well, here’s a round of brandy, for those feeling randy The P going disco, like Marvin and Tammi The jam of the decade, so overdose Jump on the good foot, dance comatose, ah! ([Thes One:] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!) [Rap sample:] Do it! [Thes One:] My city, are you wit’ me? Jump around the floor and get busy Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco My city, are you wit’ me? Jump around the floor and get busy Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco [Thes One:] The hipster’s too cool, and having fun’s too weird He got can’t-dance pants and a can’t-dance beer Grew up in a can’t-dance house To a can’t-dance mom who wore a can’t-dance blouse He needs to have fun, he got a can’t-dance trust fund If I was his dad, I’d kill my can’t-dance son. Good riddance! P.U.T.S., good rhythms, party people get with ‘em, say, “Ho!” [Double K:] See, I was born and raised in the ghetto Ate the Aunt Jemima and Nabisco They say I do my thing at the disco And keep the groove real slick like Crisco Ceremonial conductor of the rhythm, one time Peep: my hands move fast under lights that shine All the girls know me, and all the fellas act jealous So G, Reggie Wells, without the sales and tales Get the folks overzealous, what they tell us? ([Sung sample:] Oh, yeah!) [Thes One:] It’s the party of the year, right here, right now, Kapowski Heartthrob, be a teenager, like, “Wow, dude! I’m down, dude!” Fuck it, who cares, tonight you’re partying with People Under The Stairs ([Sung sample:] Disco, disco) [Rap sample:] Do it! [Thes One:] …break it down Break, break it down, break it down, break it down Break, break it down, break it down, break it down Break, break it down, break it down, and set it off Break, break it down, break it down, break it down Break, break it down, break it down, break it down Break-a, break it down, straight set it off, set it off Party people, straight set it off, set it off My city, are you wit’ me? Jump around the floor and get busy Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco My city, are you wit’ me? Jump around the floor and get busy Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco Got the kid stone-trippin’ at the disco ([Double K:] Lights in my eyes, drink in my hand, everything’s all good, y’all! Los Angeles city, I hope you’re having fun tonight! We so hoping you’re sweating, y’all… yeah!… Feels so good… Hey, brotha, (?)… Get busy, you look dizzy, hahaha…)