(Double K)

I was chillin at the crib about 12 o clock

When Thes Love called up he knew a party we could rock

Sometime around 8 yo we can't be late

(Thes One)

So straight I'll pick you up at seven dig inside the crate

And find a fresh plate to rotate to make the b boys get aches

And me and you the super MC's to get the cake

(Double K)

Word up! I called the posse we can all roll out,

Cause once we step up in the party, yo we make the ladies shout

People Under the Stairs, yeah and you know we got the clout

Packed up my records, rolled up the blunt

(Thes One)

I got out the black book, tried to call up this stunt

She wasn't home, so I paged her, left the celly on roam

And we out to the night, right on Pico

Rolled down the street, stopped at the red light

(Double K)

Kept on going, made a right on Sierra Bonita,

Yo Thes, where's your fake ID? Ya know we need a

Little bit of liquor for the night

(Thes One)

I was born in 1974!

(Double K)

Yeah, right!

(Thes One)

Word! Corona represent just enough to get me screamin

Like them other latin brothers whose intoxicated demon's

Tape bumps lovely, we keep it goin, ain't mine on deck

The backseat complete, goin and goin

(Double K)

Turned up the beats and hopped on the ten

Talkin lot about the pigeons that we bout to see again

Yo I'm tryin to stop drinkin, but nigga pass the cup!

This fool Thes is freestylin, almost passed the exit up

(Thes One)

Because the drinkin and drivin's a guaranteed no no

Cause with the bottle in my hand, it's fuckin up my rhyme flo