People Under The Stairs - Enjoy lyrics

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People Under The Stairs - Enjoy lyrics

[Intro] C'mon, come on x4 You can do it, x4 Doo do-do-doo, doo do-do-doo Woo woo woo woo Damn Ain't that a party in there Hey, ain't nobody invite Gary f** Gary [Verse 1] Yo I drink, I smoke, I act a damn fool Spike the punch, bring my own music Throw the homie in the pool And these chicks get hara**ed fo' sho' Have the time of my life And I'm going for broke Whatcha drinkin' on playa Man, rum and coke I told this girl what I was drinking Then I poured it down her throat I'm on some Rick James sh** tonight Me and my Bone City Band Bout' to stay all night Fall asleep in your bed Let your dog out the yard Talk s** wit'cha' lady Then I walk around hard Wait a minute Is that a pill I dropped In someone's drink Man, I should stop But I can't, cause I'm on steroids and 'gnac In the middle of the party Busting Melle Mel raps And the people get disgusted Cause I changed my clothes They don't know where I did it They just want me to Go But this one chick said Enjoy yourself, get down, get down, a get down And I got her on the ground Did the Bobby Brown hump Gave a peace sign, chump Next time you wanna go crunk All you gotta do is [Chorus] Enjoy yourself Enjoy yourself A get down, get down A get down, get down Enjoy yourself Enjoy yourself A get down, get down A get down, get down Enjoy yourself Enjoy yourself A get down, get down A get down, get down Enjoy yourself [Verse 2] Aw, sh**, f** Hey, somebody tell Todd I think I broke his iPod Tried to plug in my 8-track A little Project Blowed, Project Runway Project pads or Fatback Doing the Moonwalk I'm spilling my cognac Hey, hey, where my homie at Oh sh**, my bad, my bad I barged through the bathroom She was changing her pad I didn't know this was your birthday Threw some chips at your dad I called Todd's mom a cougar I don't think she was mad Enjoy yourself Like orange-label, drinking the black label With Punjabis at the table We the posse in the back Me and the black Cartman smoking, yeah Out your sister's saxophone Pouring out some King Cobra In your mom's washing machine For all my homies who at home We get drunk, get pissy like R. Kelly I did a stupid dance And I knocked over your television Broke your Wii, aw I tripped on the steps Probably broke my knee, aw I'm laughing so hard I shed tears Cause her breath smell like 3 Musketeers And I need some more beer Woo, yeah [Chorus] Enjoy yourself Enjoy yourself A get down, get down A get down, get down Enjoy yourself Enjoy yourself A get down, get down A get down, get down Enjoy yourself Enjoy yourself A get down, get down A get down, get down Enjoy yourself Get down, get down x8 [Outro] Shut up, b**h Get down, get down Enjoy yourself A get down, get down, get down Going somewhere These men are international video pirates Well, they won't be playing video games Where they're going Where's my quarter

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