The Suite For Beaver Part 1 People Under the Stairs
"The Suite For Beaver Part 1" by People Under the Stairs, released in 2002, is a hip-hop track that celebrates urban life and community. It features smooth beats and clever wordplay, emphasizing themes of nostalgia, friendship, and the struggles of city living. The song reflects a laid-back vibe, showcasing the duo's unique blend of old-school and contemporary hip-hop. #HipHop
[Dialogue]
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
[Double K talking]
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
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 here 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
[Verse 1: Double K]
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 tryin' 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 phone was 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
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
[Double K talking]
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
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 here 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
[Verse 1: Double K]
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 tryin' 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 phone was 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
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