Mid-City Fiesta

Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal

[Spoken sample:] "What does THAT mean?"
"You got me… we'll just have to wait and see…"
"Climbing the ladder to the empty guest house, the three friends settle down for a much-needed night's sleep…"

[Double K:] I was chilling at the crib, about 12 o' clock
When Thes Love called up, he knew a party we could rock
Sometime around eight, yo, we can't be late
[Thes One:] So, straight, I'll pick you up at seven, dig inside your crate
And find a fresh plate to rotate to make the b-boys get ape
Me and you, the super MCs 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'll make the ladies shout
People Under The Stairs, yeah, you know we got the clout
Packed up my records, rolled up the blunt
[Thes One:] I grabbed the black book and tried to call up this stunt
She wasn't home, so I paged and left the celly on "roam"
Man, we out into 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?
You 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 screaming
Like them other Latin brothers whose Intoxicated Demons tape
Bumps lovely, we keep it goin, Naimad on deck
The backseat complete, going, going, and jacked
[Double K:] Turned up the beats and hopped on the Ten
Talking loud about the pigeons that we about to see again
Yo, I'm tryin to stop drinking, but nigga passed the cup
This fool Thes is freestyling, almost passed the exit up
[Thes One:] Because the drinking and driving's a guaranteed no-no
'Cause with the bottle in my hand, it's fucking up my rhyme flow
I went right kinda slow at the bottom of the ramp
Ten-car caravan, Undisputed Champ Camp
[Double K:] Pulled up to the place, had to find a parking space
This ugly bitch was looking at us, so I gave her the gas face
[Thes One:] Yo, her friends was butt too, but they jocked this big crew
Told the bitch, "jump in the jeep, I'll take you to the zoo!"
[Double K:] Damn! Yo, man, word, her hair was all big…
They shoulda been at the zoo, though
Got up to the line…

[Door bitch:] Five dollars, please!
[Double K:] Oh, we're with the DJ!
[Door bitch:] Nope, five dollars, please!
[Double K:] Bitch, we're with the DJ!
[Double K:] 'Bout to beat your ass, man…
[Door bitch:] Alright, just let me stamp your hand… Get in there!

[Double K:]
I was the first one in, and the crew was behind, so I kept on walking
Couldn't waste no time, bumped into this white guy that I knew
He offered me a brew, I was like "fuck it!", took it to the head
Now I'm through, soggy laugh, roll another one up
This fool Thes is pushing it, pouring gin in my cup, now I'm tore back
Can't walk worth shit, Elad lit the J, and I hit that shit
Took about a hundred pulls, at least that's how it felt
Chilling, went on one, at least that's how it felt
Realized I was buggin', then I saw Mike's pops
Went outside to spark the beedi and relaxed at the spot
Yo, 'til the DJ threw on Tupac, I walked back in and showed the stamp
Felt like I was shot… Oh my God! Saw this brown-skinned cutie
With a big booty, titties big as hell, looked like Tootie
"Hey, girl, how you doing? Oh shit, I'll be back
My nigga Thes is on the mic, about to bust another rap."

[Double K:] Yo, this fool Thes… Ay, man, you 'bout to rap out…
[Thes One:] Hey, is that Thes?
[Double K:] C'mon, let's show 'em how to do it… Do it, do it!

[Thes One:]
Mic check, one, two… How do you do, I'm Thes!
The party-honored guest 'cause the crew get blessed
Never have I stressed, ask my man, J Quest
I rock the mic possessed when the beat's compressed
My two-tape reels are analog at best
It's the true b-boy, and that always gets expressed
Pass the Corona, keep two in the ice chest
Pull a girl like a plug 'cause I'm finessed
Find me when I seem sexually represesed
I treat 'em really good 'til they get obsessed
([Double K:] You mean undressed!)
They acting kinda funny, and they get blood test
If they acting ill, I go and take the next best
You MCs be rapping funny, I'm not impressed
Sounding like products of parental incest
But son, my tape's for sale, so I hope you invest
Study up our skills, that's what I suggest
If you think you're fresh, you catch a litmus test
Drop some fresh rhymes, that is my request
You got no heart, let me lay you down to rest
I invoke the hip-hop citizen's arrest
My main- … yo, man!

[Double K:] Hey, that fool done kicked the cord out!
[Thes One:] Plug me back in, yo!
[Double K:] Hey, what's up? What's up? Man, fuck these motherfuckers!… Let's just break up out. Where the crew? Fuck this… yo, Thes…
([Weak host:] Party's over! Everybody, get the fuck out of my house!)
[Double K:] Yo… Hey, I'm fucked up… I'm fucked up, I can't… Yo, I can't walk… Ay-yo, Naimad!… Nigga… Awww, shit…

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