Anotha (BBQ) People Under the Stairs

[Double K]
Woke up feelin' good so it's thanks I give
I never been shot, an never did a bid
So I reckon it’s the right day, after Friday
So I call up my homes (yeah man, what chu' say?)
I told me we bout to have a barbecue
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 get to slappin’ em down
We got doo wah diddy pumping surround sound
It’s a lovely day and I feel like Bill Withers
Food stacked on the plate, mad lunch and dinner
The neighborhoods chilled as the sun goes down
Niggas getting tipsy and begin to clown
But we all just laughin’, eatin’, coolin’
Givin’ high fives talking ‘bout the old schoolin’
Sending BGs to the store for 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, that's the city I'm in. So-

You bring the beef and I'll bring the brew
Oh shit anotha barbecue
You bring the links and I'll bring the brew
Oh shit anotha barbecue
You bring the wings and I'll bring the brew
Oh shit anotha barbecue
You bring the ladies and I'll bring the brew
Oh shit anotha barbecue