Mid-City Fiesta
People Under the Stairs Lyrics


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(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 be -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 flow
I went right, kinda slow, at the bottom of the ramp
Ten car caravan, undisputed champion

(Double K)
Pulled up to the place, had to find a parking space
This ugly bitch was looking at us so I give the gas face

(Thes One)
Hey yo, her friends was butt too but they jocked this big crew
Told the bitch to jump in the jeep, I'll take you to the zoo

(Double K)
Ha ha! Word
Her head was all big
They should've been at the zoo though

Got up to the line (five dollars please!)
Oh we're with the DJ (nope, five dollars please!)
Bitch, we're with the DJ (FIVE DOLLARS PLEASE!)
I'ma have to beat your ass
(alright just let me stamp your hand, get in there!)

I was the first one in and the crew was behind
So I kept on walkin, 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
So he laughed, rolled another one up
This fool Thes is pushin it, puttin gin in my cup
Now I'm toked back, can't walk worth shit
He lamp lit the J and I hit that shit
Took about a hundred pulls, at least that's how it felt
Chillin with my boy, at least that's how it felt
Realized I was buggin then I saw Mike's pops
When I decide to spark the beedie and relaxed at the spot
Yo, to the DJ, throw on 2Pac
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 doin, oh shit I looked back
My nigga Thes is on the mic about to bust another rap

Yo, this fool Thes,
Ay man you bout to rap huh
(Hey is that Thes?)
Do it do it!

(Thes One)
Mic Check one two, how do you do, I'm Thes!
The party honored guest cause the crew gets blessed
Never have I stressed, ask my man J Quest
I rock the mic possessed when the beat's compressed
I rotate grills or analogs at best
It's the true be -Boy and that always gets respect
Pass the Corona, keep two in the icechest
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
They actin kinda funny and they get bloodtests
If they actin ill I go and take the next best
You MC's be rappin funny, I'm not impressed
Standin like products of parental incest
But son, my tape's for sale so I hope you invest
Sunny up on 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 hiphop citizen's arrest
My name is.... yo man

(Double K)
Hey that fool done kicked the cord out!

(Thes One)
Plug me back in yo!

(Double K)
Ay, what's up? What's up?
Man, fuck these motherfuckers

(Voice in the background)
Party's over,
Everyone out of my house!

(Double K)




Yo Thes, yo, ay I'm fucked up,
I'm fucked up, I can't... yo I can't walk....awww shit

Overall Meaning

The song "Mid-City Fiesta" by People Under The Stairs is a storytelling rap that details Double K and Thes One's adventures one night as they go to a party at Mid-City in LA. They both start by picking up their respective items and meet up at 7 PM. Double K has packed up his records and a blunt, and Thes One is the driver of the night with alcohol borrowed from a friend. While on their way, they encounter several things, including a lady whom they insulted by calling her ugly, their experiences with alcohol and turning up beats. Thes One takes up the mic later to do some freestyles before their night comes to an abrupt end as they are kicked out of their friend's house.


The lyrics of the song are witty and engaging, telling a story that is easy to follow. The song also serves as an introduction to People Under The Stairs' narrative-driven rap style. The story highlights the comical and lighthearted observations and encounters that two young men in LA would have during a night out. Overall, the song is a fun and relatable journey into the life on the streets of LA at night.


Line by Line Meaning

I was chillin at the crib about 12 o clock
I was relaxing at home around midnight


When Thes Love called up, he knew a party we could rock
Thes Love called me and told me about a party we could perform at


Sometime around 8, yo we can't be late
We need to make sure we arrive on time, around 8 o'clock


So straight I'll pick you up at seven, dig inside the crate
I'll pick you up at seven and we can search through my record collection


And find a fresh plate to rotate to make the be-boys get aches
We'll find some new, exciting songs to play that will impress the breakdancers


And me and you, the super MC's to get the cake
You and I will be the amazing MCs who will steal the show and get the attention


Word up! I called the posse, we can all roll out
I informed our group of friends and we can all head to the party together


Cause once we step up in the party, yo we make the ladies shout
Whenever we enter the party, we always grab the attention of the women who start cheering


People Under the Stairs, yeah and you know we got the clout
We, People Under the Stairs, have a good reputation and influence in the music scene


Packed up my records, rolled up the blunt
I gathered my vinyl records and prepared a marijuana joint


I got out the black book, tried to call up this stunt
I opened my little black book and attempted to reach out to a particular woman


She wasn't home, so I paged her, left the celly on roam
Since she wasn't available, I sent her a page and left my cellphone on roaming mode


And we out to the night, right on Pico
And we're ready for a night out, heading down Pico Boulevard


Rolled down the street, stopped at the red light
We drove down the road and halted at a red traffic light


Kept on going, made a right on Sierra Bonita
We continued driving and turned right onto Sierra Bonita Avenue


Yo Thes, where's your fake ID? Ya know we need a
Hey Thes, do you have your fake identification card? We might need it


Little bit of liquor for the night
Some alcohol to enjoy throughout the night


Yeah, right!
I don't believe you!


Word! Corona represent just enough to get me screamin
Corona beer represents a good amount to have me excited and enthusiastic


Like them other latin brothers whose intoxicated demon's
Similar to other Latino men whose drunken alter egos come out


Tape bumps lovely, we keep it goin, ain't mine on deck
The music on the cassette tape sounds great, we'll keep it playing, I have another tape ready


The backseat complete, goin and goin
The backseat of the car is occupied and we're continuing to drive


Turned up the beats and hopped on the ten
We increased the volume of the music and joined the highway


Talkin lot about the pigeons that we bout to see again
We're discussing the attractive women we expect to meet at the party


Yo I'm tryin to stop drinkin, but nigga pass the cup!
I'm attempting to quit drinking, but my friend, please give me the cup with alcohol!


This fool Thes is freestylin, almost passed the exit up
Thes is improvising lyrics, and he almost overlooked the exit on the highway


Because the drinkin and drivin's a guaranteed no no
Driving under the influence is definitely not allowed


Cause with the bottle in my hand, it's fuckin up my rhyme flow
When I hold the bottle of alcohol, it's negatively affecting my ability to rap smoothly


I went right, kinda slow, at the bottom of the ramp
I turned right, somewhat slowly, at the end of the highway ramp


Ten car caravan, undisputed champion
A group of ten cars, undefeated and claiming victory


Pulled up to the place, had to find a parking space
We arrived at the venue and needed to locate a spot to park


This ugly bitch was looking at us so I give the gas face
An unattractive woman was staring at us, so I made a disgusted face


Hey yo, her friends was butt too but they jocked this big crew
Hey, even her friends were unattractive, but they were interested in our large group


Told the bitch to jump in the jeep, I'll take you to the zoo
I told the woman to get in the jeep, offering to take her to the zoo


Her head was all big, They should've been at the zoo though
She had a big ego, they should have been at the zoo because of their behavior


Got up to the line (five dollars please!)
When we arrived at the entrance (where they collect the entrance fee)


Oh we're with the DJ (nope, five dollars please!)
We tried to suggest that we were with the DJ, but we still needed to pay the five dollars


Bitch, we're with the DJ (FIVE DOLLARS PLEASE!)
We insisted that we were with the DJ, but we were told to pay the five dollars


I'ma have to beat your ass
I might have to physically fight with the person


(alright just let me stamp your hand, get in there!)
(fine, just let me stamp your hand and you can enter!)


I was the first one in and the crew was behind
I entered the venue first and the rest of the crew followed


So I kept on walkin, couldn't waste no time
I continued walking, not wanting to waste any time


Bumped into this white guy that I knew
I encountered a white guy that I was acquainted with


He offered me a brew, I was like fuck it
He offered me a beer and I decided to accept it without hesitation


Took it to the head, now I'm through
I quickly drank the beer and it had an immediate effect on me


So he laughed, rolled another one up
He chuckled and proceeded to roll another joint


This fool Thes is pushin it, puttin gin in my cup
Thes is being daring and adding gin to my cup of alcohol


Now I'm toked back, can't walk worth shit
Now I'm high from smoking marijuana and I can't walk properly


He lamp lit the J and I hit that shit
He lit the joint and I took a puff from it


Took about a hundred pulls, at least that's how it felt
I took a lot of hits from the joint, or at least that's how it felt


Chillin with my boy, at least that's how it felt
Relaxing with my friend, or at least that's how it felt


Realized I was buggin then I saw Mike's pops
I suddenly became aware that I was acting strange when I saw Mike's dad


When I decide to spark the beedie and relaxed at the spot
When I chose to light the beedie (a type of cigarette) and calm down in that location


Yo, to the DJ, throw on 2Pac
Hey DJ, play some music by 2Pac


I walked back in and showed the stamp, felt like I was shot
I reentered the venue and presented my stamped hand, feeling a sudden jolt


Oh my God! Saw this brown skinned cutie
Oh my God! I noticed this attractive woman with brown skin


With a big booty, titties big as hell, looked like Tootie
She had a large buttocks and very large breasts, resembling the character Tootie from a TV show


Hey girl, how you doin, oh shit I looked back
Hey girl, how are you? Oh no, I accidentally turned my attention away


My nigga Thes is on the mic about to bust another rap
My friend Thes is on the microphone and getting ready to perform another rap


Yo, this fool Thes
Hey, this guy Thes


Ay man you bout to rap huh
Hey man, you're about to rap, right?


(Hey is that Thes?)
(Is that Thes?)


Do it do it!
Go ahead, do it!


Mic Check one two, how do you do, I'm Thes!
Testing the microphone, hello, I'm Thes!


The party honored guest cause the crew gets blessed
I'm the special guest of the party because our crew brings blessings


Never have I stressed, ask my man J Quest
I never feel stressed, you can ask my friend J Quest


I rock the mic possessed when the beat's compressed
I confidently perform on the microphone when the beat is intense


I rotate grills or analogs at best
I switch between grillz (teeth jewelry) or analog turntables at most


It's the true be-bBoy and that always gets respect
I'm an authentic breakdancer and that always earns respect


Pass the Corona, keep two in the icechest
Pass me the Corona beer and store two more in the ice chest


Pull a girl like a plug cause I'm finessed
I can easily attract a girl because I have finesse


Find me when I seem sexually represesed
You can find me when I appear sexually frustrated


I treat em really good til they get obsessed
I treat women really well until they become obsessed with me


They actin kinda funny and they get bloodtests
They start acting strange and they undergo blood tests


If they actin ill I go and take the next best
If they start behaving poorly, I move on to the next best option


You MC's be rappin funny, I'm not impressed
You other MCs have a humorous style of rapping, but I'm not impressed


Standin like products of parental incest
You're standing there like someone born from parents who are closely related


But son, my tape's for sale so I hope you invest
But son, my recorded music is available for purchase, so I hope you invest in it


Sunny up on skills, that's what I suggest
I'm confident and skilled, that's what I recommend


If you think you're fresh, you catch a litmus test
If you believe you're cool, you'll be subject to a test to prove it


Drop some fresh rhymes, that is my request
Come up with some new and impressive rap lyrics, that's what I'm asking for


You got no heart, let me lay you down to rest
You lack courage, so I'll defeat you and put you to rest


I invoke the hiphop citizen's arrest
I symbolically arrest those who don't respect and honor hip-hop culture


My name is.... yo man
My name is.... hey man


Hey that fool done kicked the cord out!
Hey, that guy accidentally kicked out the power cord!


Plug me back in yo!
Reconnect the power plug, please!


Ay, what's up? What's up?
Hey, what's going on? What's happening?


Man, fuck these motherfuckers
Man, I don't care about these idiots


Party's over, Everyone out of my house!
The party has come to an end, everyone needs to leave my house!


Yo Thes, yo, ay I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up, I can't... yo I can't walk....awww shit
Hey Thes, hey, I'm really intoxicated, I can't... I can't walk... oh no...




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Written by: CHRIS PORTUGAL, MIKE TURNER

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