Anotha (BBQ)

[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

[Thes One]

At my crib I got three barbecues

One I keep upstairs for daily use

But downstairs pumping out eighty thousand BTUs

Don’t get it confused I bring the beef to you

(ay ay homie don’t touch my grill) Got it under control

Flip meat like I flip beats cooked with soul

Only use the best ingredients available

That’s my word, they're cooking turds over Kingsford

Charcoal but ain't goin' out like that

Tortillas and corn and we can all get fat

And if you want another plate, get you some more

Hey, the dog’ll eat whatever meat falls on the floor

Empty handed new jacks back to the store, hit the shelf

And don’t bring back beer your gonna drink yourself

Now putting Laser in the cooler, making the switch

Then I see you drinking my Coopers, son of a bitch

That’s the ol' one-two but homie it’s all good

It’s an L.A. thang and that’s understood

It’s the same ol’ barbecue, but man it’s all good

It’s just an L.A. thang and that’s understood 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 barbeque

You bring the ladies and I'll bring the brew

Oh shit anotha barbecue

Oh shit anotha barbecue

Oh shit anotha barbecue

Hey why you always having so many barbecues man?

I mean it’s good an all but oh shit

I’m sure you gonna have another one tomorrow, right, next week, week after that?

What, you gonna make a song about it or something?

Barbecue barbecue b-b-b-barbecue

B-b-barbecue bar-de-de-bar-de-de-barbecue (Yeah)

Yeah a b-b-barbecue

Awww shit anotha barbecue

Bar-de-de-bar-de-bang-de-bang