Trippin' at the Disco (Clean) (Trippin' at the Disco (Clean)) Songtext

von People Under the Stairs

My city, are you wit' me?
Jump around the floor and get busy
Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
My city, are you wit' me?
Jump around the floor and get busy
Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco

Ho! Right now, on the mic tonight
Young handsome brotha on the disco hype
Got the butterfly collar and the skins to match
Ten crates in the booth, got a break to catch
Skills needed to apply, dress chic and be denied
Pay the cover and fly, everybody's gettin high
Please don't ask why, see the ladies get tipped
While the cheeba get lit, y'all, here's another hit

Oh, party people, let's set it off tonight
Tip the bartender, keep the dance floor tight
Young ladies in the house (Oh, my God!)
Turn it up, y'all, protocol: up off the wall ‘til the last call
Last pint, (Last night!), change it all
You keep moving like your wedding night
Mike's sweating, light-headed, like too much hype, you wipe your brow
Hey, bartender, I think I need a shot right now
Do you have the Jägermeister? (Oh, yeah!)

Well, here's a round of brandy, for those feeling randy
The P going disco, like Marvin and Tammi
The jam of the decade, so overdose
Jump on the good foot, dance comatose, ah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The hipster's too cool, and having fun's too weird
He got can't-dance pants and a can't-dance beer
Grew up in a can't-dance house
To a can't-dance mom who wore a can't-dance blouse
He needs to have fun, he got a can't-dance trust fund

If I was his dad, I'd kill my can't-dance son. Good riddance!
P.U.T.S., good rhythms, party people get with ‘em, say, "Ho!"

See, I was born and raised in the ghetto
Ate the Aunt Jemima and Nabisco
They say I do my thing at the disco
And keep the groove real slick like Crisco
Ceremonial conductor of the rhythm, one time
Peep: my hands move fast under lights that shine
All the girls know me, and all the fellas act jealous
So G, Reggie Wells, without the sales and tales
Get the folks overzealous, what they tell us? (Oh, yeah!)

It's the party of the year, right here, right now, Kapowski
Heartthrob, be a teenager, like, "Wow, dude! I'm down, dude!"
Fuck it, who cares, tonight you're partying with People Under The Stairs

…break it down
Break, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break, break it down, break it down, and set it off
Break, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break-a, break it down, straight set it off, set it off
Party people, straight set it off, set it off
My city, are you wit' me?
Jump around the floor and get busy
Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
My city, are you wit' me?
Jump around the floor and get busy
Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco

Lights in my eyes, drink in my hand, everything's all good, y'all! Los Angeles city, I hope you're having fun tonight! We so hoping you're sweating, y'all… yeah!… Feels so good… Hey, brotha, Get busy, you look dizzy, hahaha

Right now…
Peter Brown, y'all, Peter Brown, let's go
Peter Brown, y'all, it's Peter Brown Peter Brown, y'all, it's Peter Brown
Peter Brown